Returning

En route back to London, I am currently chillaxing (as Seb would say) in the Qantas/BA lounge of fanciness. It is nicely designed with windows so that you can gaze over your aristocratic schnozz at the economy class passengers down below and think, ‘Hm. I shall have another glass of champagne now, I think.’ Of course, on Wednesday, en route to Chicago, I will once again assume my rightful place amongst the teeming masses.

Anyway: you will have to read the riveting account of my trip in the magazine I am travelling on behalf of. I don’t give everything away for free, people.