I went to Reno this weekend, booked in for two days and left after one. A packet of noise, masses of parents and kids swarming over soft toys in the Circus Circus midway, pushing, shoving, the overweight, the underweight, the masses out for a pickle, a buffet, a shite salad with stale kidney beans that required some serious dialysis if they were going to be edible.  Watching the wheel of fortune slots turning round and round was the highlight of the trip. It was refreshing to be exposed to second hand smoke, the good old days with thin people puffing away, baked make up gals, bursting men in skull t-shirts, the future winners of arm wrestling competitions should the casino decide to hold such an event. Breakfast was interrupted by a diabetic teenager collapsing at the buffet, right in front of the fresh fruit. Her accompanying uncle panicked, most people turned away, some simply went around her body spasm and picked their melons off the serving plate. I dopped a tab of fruit juice in her mouth and waited for the paramedics with an impatient catering manager. They came and cleaned up the mess and breakfast and business went on as usual. I could hear a slot machine paying out. Time to leave.