Well, I'm here at Heathrow Airport. Sitting. Waiting. Poised. ...well, almost poised, more sleepy really, after spending a rough night in the most lumpy bed in the world in Tooting, but hey, travellers can't be choosers and I'd better get used to lowering my standards. Had an emotional farewell at the departure gate, which was, to tell you the truth, rather drowned out by the feeling of impending doom which was slowly creeping up on me. It's not that this travelling malarky is a bad idea, just that it's not really a very well thought out and planned idea, more of a daydream really that seems to be turning to into reality. My bums going numb, hope we start boarding soon, I can't wait for my little airplane-sized portions of soggy vegatables and bland sauces, mmmm.
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