Off to New York tomorrow on a 10am flight from Gatwick. Arrive in New York at 19:30, or 12:30am Greenwich meantime. Then just an hour through border patrol and an hour to my hotel on Long Island. To add to my suffering, the airline apparently plays endless loops of episodes of Friends while you're crossing the Atlantic. Aaarrrggghhh!! I have a feeling in my stomach which is either ecstatic excitement or soul destroying terror. Can't figure out which. Probably a bit of both. Still, I'm all ready to go, everything's booked, packed etc so there ain't nothin' ta fear. After all, the alternative is to go to work on Monday, walk the same old street to the same old train and get the same old bus to the same old building to do the same old
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