Photo opportunity The 6am flight to Detroit this morning didn't go according to plan. Well it did until the girl at the end of my row started talking to me. Now normally I go out of my way to avoid all contact with anyone on airplanes but this young lady just turned to me and asked me if I wanted to see her photos.

I ignored her at first feigning sleep but she asked me again, so I nodded and she then talked me through about 20 photographs of her friends and family. How strange?

Only on Saturday I watched the Borat film and what kept going through my head everytime I turned over a photograph was, well if you have seen the movie, you know what was going through my head.

Then after we done the photo thing, I got the first object out of my bag and started to study it to avoid further conversation or secret family diaries or whatever I imagined she'd show me next and the book I started to flick through was Fodor's Japan. "Have you been?" asked the blonde kind of largish lady putting her photographs away. "Er, no not yet," I replied.

"Oh I have, I'm half Japanese, my mothers from Yokohama."

Yokohama, my back botty I thought, "Oh really, how nice," I said pulling this article from yesterday's Mail on Sunday from my bag. Go on tell me you're a Palace fan I thought.  ¶ 16:57