Ten short days ago I walked past the other side of this partition out into a rather pale but hopeful dawn. Now the sun has set on the other side of Terminal Three, and I’m wondering if I have enough cash left for a beer and maybe a burger (beef. Definitely).
I have had a fantastic time, been nearly killed by a Gee hug, spiked from the Nature podcast (bastards) and discovered that certain people are just as much fun (if not more) in real life as they are online.
I can wholeheartedly recommend Hotel Rohn and would like to publicly extend my thanks to her for letting me abuse her hospitality. We had some cracking ideas for lablit.com and some of them should be coming to a website near you soon. I saw the marvels of London, including Henry Gee’s bare feet and the sprawling wasteland desert expanse that is Mission Control (i.e. Nature head office). Somehow I managed a trip to Southampton too. Maxine refused to meet me though: too busy enjoying her birthday.
Full reports, including photographs, will be forthcoming—even later than Jenny’s post.
Now for 24 hours stuffed into a sardine can at 35 thousand feet. Later, all.
Funny how when you were getting away from your lab that the said sardine can was a spacious marvel of modern engineering.
That was before I remembered how good British beer is.
Well you aren’t 151 every year.
I met an Australia-bound passenger on my short hop back to Vancouver from Calgary one evening last week. She asked if there was any food available for purchase (there wasn’t), complained to me that she hadn’t eaten anything since a slice of toast at breakfast, then pounded back two mini bottles of wine. When I looked at her funny she said “I have a 3 hour wait in Vancouver before my flight to LA, then I’ll be on standby for the hellish flight from LA to Melbourne. I’ll be home in 2 days at the earliest. I don’t intend to do it sober”.
Happy flying Richard!
I can faithfully report that Richard is indeed fully house-trained.