Went through the old files and found this gem of a travel tale

Greetings to all , it’s your boy Cortney Gee with the world report whilst I travel. Now if you haven’t been on deck with me so far I’ve been to Bosnia and Kosovo . I like to refer to them as Koldsovo and Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrosnia was cold enough to make Eskimos complain you hear me .

I did have a good time hasting and watching the super bowl game in Sarajevo with NFL and OSU great Keith Byers . I hung out in Kosovo with Dawg Pound Legends

Hanford Dixon and Frank Minnifield even got to do the Ickey shuffle
with none other than Ickey Woods . Those guys were cool , funniest thing was listening to
Hanford Dixon and Ickey pick with each other back and forth .. still holding true to the Bengals and Browns rivalry.

Right now I’m in a place named Bisheek , it’s in central asia and up range from Afghanistan. The weather is even more brutal than Kosovo or Bosnia but the food is better ain't that nothing I have to find a trade off and that’s all I can say the food is better .
Before we arrived here we spent three days in Jolly Ole England.

I believe the production company knew all too well how jacked up the weather was going to be so that made sure to throw in a mini vacation . The only problem they sent us to the most expensive spot in Europe to get our relaxation on . Maybe you are aware that the pound is worth like double the dollar .

I had an idea but didn’t really really know until I had to shell out damn there a hundred dollars to the cabby for trip from airport thank goodness that the production company gives me that back or I would have had to do the tuck duck and roll out of the taxi. Now if I could just find that damn receipt .
We stayed at the Thistle Hotel Kensington Garden which is a 4 star hotel . The accommodations were in order seeing now I'm staying in a deluxe tent … that’s right I’m living like a boy
scout here in Bisheek. I mean outside toilets have to go outside and shower and all that … don’t ever say I don’t go beyond the call of duty for the art. It’s a grind but it’s worth it to see the soldiers smiling and enjoying themselves.

When we were in London we had the pleasure of being able to freely roam the city and roam the city we did . The first night we went to SoHo and partied it up. At first I didn’t think we were going to have a good time seeing we got put out of Trapps ( bomb spot for the urban crowd) cause my tour manager didn’t have on proper attire. Make a mental note to always have on a pair of hard shoes when traveling to London when you hit the clubs they are sticklers for that .The doormen take their jobs a wee bit too serious … almost had to squab with them over my partners shoes, luckily comicview plays here so I was recognized and he told us where we could have a almost equally good time at , brother even apologized for being so rude . Here was a proper head crusher , apologizing in the queens tongue.

Hilfuckinlarious do you hear me ? I don’t know how the can differentiate the thugs from the gentlemen here. Actually saw some young thugs being harassed by the police and the conversation that took place between the two parties sounded like a Shakespearean rehearsal . We got to the club we were directed to and had a blast the brits know how to party. It was a weds. and we didn’t get home till damn there 5 am. Everytime I come to Europe it amazes me how much African American culture has been accepted by the world. We jammed to all the latest urban joints.While I was blowing money on imported beers the brits we knocking down Bud now you know ain't no respectable brother in Cleveland going to be at the club with a bud in his hand . That’s like broadcasting I almost didn’t have enough money to park and be in the club let alone drink while I'm in this mufucka . When I woke up on Thurs at 2 pm. I realized that I had missed the English breakfast that came with the room.
So I hit the streets and found a pub that served the breakfast of champions Fish and Chips. Man let me tell you Arthur Treachers aint got shit on authentic fish and chips.The cod is wrapped by a crispy batter mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!! Washed it down with a few pints of cider now my belly was full and I was high as giraffe coochie…

Thurs night we were to go back to Trapps but we never made it back .. the hotel has a modest bar that we took over . Brought down our cd’s and held a party there with some Australian and Irish girls . Before the night was over they were trying to learn the words to flashlight and aqua boogie…
George would have been quite pleased with me that I helped to spread the funk.
Our last night was spent in Piccadilly Circus . No that’s not a real circus its like their time square in London.
We hooked up with some of my tour manager’s friends and went to a pub named Callaghan’s. If you like live music , spirits and good conversation this is a spot you don’t want to miss out on. The house band was kind enough to let me go up and bring some soul to the patrons. We pushed a funky slow rendition of Superstitious.


After I got off stage was bought a few rounds from admirers… which I guess meant I did a decent job. Not saying I would have made Stevie Wonder proud but I know I know I wouldn’t by a mufucka a drink if he stunk up the place .

I know that all of the stories I keep weaving have alcohol included. Well this is Europe baby and unless it’s a story about Amsterdam that’s what most stories begin and end with smile…. But fear not friends I didn’t come over here to get my drank on hell I could have sat in my own place and drank myself into a stupor .. no the real story is of me hanging out with the soldiers and the other performers and making memories .. hope you enjoyed the memories we made.