It's Friday...

...it's five to five... and it's Dave back at bloody Heathrow.

When I was younger, I used to think it was kind of cool that I might get to fly once a year.

I realised at some point a few years ago that I was flying every month or so, frequently long haul.

Now, I've got to a point where I'm on a plane virtually every week. [Except this week when it's twice...]

I dread to think how many planets it will take to support this life style :(

Anyway, to be at least a little bit fannish on my LJ and less business travel anal - possibly the most peculiar conversation which occured at Concussion involved somebody trying to persuade me to run for TAFF...

Ummm... the first thing that occured was, "in which direction?", the second was about coals to Newcastle.

It's the weekend...

YAY!

I've been promised that we can have curry tonight while watching The West Wing.

That's all.