Flying

I'm at the airport, 3 hours early, nothing to do cept be online...maybe I should get drunk. I'm dreading this trip, not just for the obvious reason, but because it's 13 hours in economy class with the common people. At least I get to enjoy the free drinks at the lounge.

I then have to figure out how to get to Liverpool from London. I hate Liverpool too. It's full of Liverpudlians for a start - you know, those dreadful salt-of-the-earth type people who are always cracking jokes and generally being humorous and your best mate. AND, if things couldn't look any worse, there's almost zero chance of having any sex on this trip unless Clare or Isabelle are gonna put out and I don't think there's much chance of that. The best I can hope for is a feel whilst Dave and Paul aren't looking.