Article copyMy recent London exile was in fact the result of a generous invitation and I had the unaltered pleasure to be hosted and introduced to a most excellent society¹ by these two fine people, who definitely know how to give a new meaning to the word hospitality.
And safety as well. A guy and a gun, a babe² and a bike, now you can figure out why I referred to them as my bodyguards.
Anyway, now that it's their turn to fly westbound, I wish them Godspeed and I have a special request for my most esteemed American audience, from New York to Los Angeles:
Please take good care of my friends.
1: you know who you are since you were there. My only regret is that the chili flavored Blogger Bash™ was too short, and my spoken English a bit too rusty after more than a decade of silent reading and writing since my last escape to the Anglosphere, to be a reasonably appreciable interlocutor.
Yes, it's just a matter of
²: I didn't really mean you're a babe Adriana. I swear. It's just a question of style of the sentence.