Wow. I am at this very moment sitting in a room in the Holiday Inn London Heathrow M4/J4, doing the same-old, same-old on my dad's laptop. Sweet. I am SO here. Hehehe.
I'll be here for a few days with my dad in London. He mostly has meetings, so I'm going to be bopping around a bit tomorrow and the next day, and then fly to Manchester on Thursday to catch up with him.
So far, things have been pretty mellow. The flight over was a breeze. I was a total geek in business class and gawked and played with all the gadgets available to me. (I had my own little stretchy light coming out of my seat, how cool is that?) I think my dad got a kick out of it. We also played musical chairs and diffused a pansy-ass who was complaining about his non-aisle standby seat. Seriously, I stretched out my legs and my feet had no hopes of touching the seat in front of me, and I could cross my legs Indian-style to boot, so I had no complaints about switching seats with him and sitting in the middle. Plus, with the amount he was hassling the staff on the plane, I was happy to sit as far away from him as possible.
Anyway, it's afternoon here; I think we're going to take a ride into town (the airport's just short of an hour from the city) and check out a Cockney pie and mash shop on the west end.
So the journey begins!
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