I screwed up my rental car booking so i have two hours to kill which is the only reason i am writing anything on this blog. I've checked my email, read the BBC website, The Onion and floated about Facebook for 5 minutes. Now i am bored. In my booking i said i was arriving at midday and i arrived here at 8am. They are out of cars until 10am. Oh the joy.
The flight was uneventful. I didn't sleep as usual. I sat next to a couple from Arizona celebrating 50 years together by going to London and Tuscany. I spent most of the time wondering how anybody could spend 50 years with someone else. Quite the feat and one that i would be hard pressed to beat seeing as i can't imagining wanting to spend more than a week with anyone else at the moment.
The inflight entertainment was dire. I watched CSI reruns and then had to plump for The Bucket List with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. It wasn't as bad as i was expecting but it wasn't good either. It was no About Schmidt that's for sure. Spoiler Alert! Morgan Freeman dies which was quite touching. The rest of the time i played my ipod and read.
Well, I'm on my second can of Red Bull or Liquid Meth as my friend Lenny calls it and have about 20 minutes to kill. I bought The Guardian this morning and it has a 'Learn the Guitar' pull out. A 68 page guide from the likes of Slash, Johnny Marr and err...Francis Rossi of Status Quo fame. If only i had a guitar on me....
Miles Travelled: 3483
Listening to: Portishead - Third
Watching: CSI reruns as previously mentioned and The Bucket List.
Reading: The Guardian Weekend Edition
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