It’s raining, it’s pouring, and so am I, that is some guiness down my neck.

Sitting in the Master Robert Best Westen in Hounslow. This place is on the direct flight route of Heathrow. How do I know? You can almost touch the planes going over, one at least every 30 seconds, pretty impressive really.

Well, this is only a brief note because I am going back to the bar.

Tomorrow is the big day, should be taking off about 12.30 as long as the eco boys and girls don’t do anything stupid. Catch you soon