Terror at 35,000 Feet

Well, here we are in an unexpectedly sunny and warm Seattle after the trip from hell. No upgrades on this flight packed to the luggage racks, and, next to us, the passenger from hell.

Think Fay Ripley in Cold Feet meets Bubble from Ab Fab and you're probably not conjuring a frightening enough mental image. She was pregnant, she was with work colleagues on a business trip, she didn't stop talking for 8 f***ing hours.

Not even a James Bond film turned to maximum volume could cut out her Lancastrian drone.

*sigh*

I couldn't even drink as I had to drive when we landed. Even M, who doesn't drink on flights, started hitting the Vodka. Even the crew noticed when, at one point, she went to talk to them for an hour.

She said they were on a 2 week trip, so thank feck for that. We're flying on Saturday.

Wire Free

I bought a WLAN card, mostly 'cos the hotel doesn't have broadband and 2 minutes on the dial up was enough for me. It's pretty cool, sitting here having breakfast and catching up on stuff.

M and I did some exploring on Sunday around Pike Place Market and found a huge comic and SF book store. M got her picture taken with a Cardboard Legolas (near a clone of cardboardbuffy) - the comic shop guy shouts "Hey, leave him, he doesn't like girls!"

I also found a copy of Bryan Talbots Heart of Empire, the sequel to The Adventures of Luther Arkwright, in which I and my hideous ex have cameo's and also, a copy of Warriors Gate by John Lydecker.

It is a rare unsigned one which I will rectify as soon as I get hold of Steve Gallagher and tease him for his history of Dr Who and Kids from Fame novels. I think he also did Silver Dream Racer...