Porn capital of the world

Since Tuesday, I have been staying at a slightly ropey Ramada hotel in Chatsworth (apparently the porn capital of the world… hey, I recognise her…) while we configure some stuff at a warehouse to take on site this weekend. I’ll be moving to the slightly nicer – read: boutique hotel with world famous rooftop bar etc. – Standard Hotel in downtown Los Angeles tomorrow, where we’ll be next to the final site for the auto show at the Convention Center.

I was sitting in a bar just now, talking to the formidably arranged barmaid, and she brought up the slightly awkward porn industry city topic of conversation. After verbally fumbling my way through that, I asked her what went on in this place other than porn. She either misheard me, or wanted to talk about sex, because she went into a lot of detail about what goes on in the local warehouses/local homes/my hotel. Nice girl, though…

I have observed this week that Forklift trucks are evil. They are the mother-fucking offspring of Go-Karts and Daleks driven by next generation Carnies. They give me the fear. I am forever chased by these demons in the warehouse and on site. I swear I will die at their hands.