Friday 7 September 2007

Stuck In The Middle With You

4 or 5 September? - Well, the days blur into nights and the nights blur into days when you're crossing time zones, especially when you're flying into the future - tomorrow always comes too soon. Accordng to the messengers the Flying Scotsman was a film that was aparety sommethng that had to be seen but i'm quite sure that the messengers mmustnt have actuay seen t because messengers don't come across very well - the 'experienced' messenger gives dishonest and useless advice to the hero and pretty much admits it's a thankless job that he's ashamed f (n as many words). And apart fromthat t pretty uch fiit the bill of most inspiring sports movies - young nobody wiith prodigious talent rejected by the establshment goes on too make his achieveets aganst the odds battles personal demons blah blah blah ... Was relatively well entertained for the first leg, at least until we got a smokingn break in Dubai and we were trasferred to the saller and less technologicall advanced 777 where iwas stuck ith a crappier selection f mvies wth no control over when they wr played ad anothr seletion of overly takative neighbours ith me stuck in the middle again). I also a. Comng to thereluctdnt concluion that the life f the Guide (and his magificet kyboard), the best traelling tool there is might b coming to an nd. My speling realy isn'tas bad s this post migh sugest. Rest of the trip involved trying not to get too anonnoyeed by mmmmmy neighbour who ay or may not be getting a Czech mail order bride, trying to get a few hours sleep as I crash through the timezones, sneaking in dubious cigarettes whenever we got off the plane at the myriad stopovers and eating far more calories than I was burning. Eventually made it to Brisbane International where I managed to sneak several bars of highly illegal German chocolate (some with cocoa levels well beyond what is acceptable in Australia) through quantine - i'm hoping Chevette made it through without too much damage - she managed to survive being ridden by another man (with permission so it wasn't too aldulterous) although he definitel used the front brake as the carbon scoring would suggest - her box wasn't looking too good when I found it but I won't really be able to make a judgement call until she's back in one piece.

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