Home now, back in London (well, Hertfordshire, but it’s near a tube station, so it’s London). Flight was fine, watched two more episodes of Doctor Who on the plane, got a lil’ bit of sleep, then arrived at Heathrow to find that Virgin had lost my bass. Again. Remember, it happened in LA in January? Actually, that wasn’t Virgin was it? Oh well, anyway, they lost it, left it behind in NYC. But it’s on the way to me now, according to mylostbag.com.
Time. To. Sleep.