Share via Email I love New Orleans. I love the European sense of tolerance, the amazingly friendly people, its architecture, the constant rivers of booze, greasy delicious seafood, the availability of any drug you want and all the 'voodoo' tourist shops selling weird plaster religious icons of black 'Kings of Hell', which bear little spears and feathered capes. I grew up in a seaside town in the north-west of England so going to New Orleans was always like Extreme Disneyland. It was the perfect mixture of sex, death, booze, tackiness and fun. As you probably heard, last September, Hurricane Katrina turned New Orleans into a mush of destroyed cardboard houses and rivers of shit and the poorest people in the ghettos were shipped out in their thousands to places like Houston. They can't go back home because their homes don't exist.