Thursday 13 July 2006
"Left finger, right finger!"
Off to Bermuda this weekend for some R&R and worky meetings with a client the first half of next week. Then the latter half of the week I fly to London from Bermuda for my mates wedding on the Friday in glorious secluded Essex. I expect the bride to be in full claret & blue regalia but I am told that Luke Young won't be there as he's going nowhere!
Alan McLeary's testimonial was tempting but not tempting enough on the Saturday. I used to hate going there when we were regular opponents (but nearly always did) so I have no urgency to go back to the rust bucket.
This trip begins a few weeks of travelling for me so my new visa will get a good staring at by miserable and normally foreign sounding immigration officers at airports whose conversation only normally extends to: "left finger.... right finger..... look into the camera." ¶ 18:57
Alan McLeary's testimonial was tempting but not tempting enough on the Saturday. I used to hate going there when we were regular opponents (but nearly always did) so I have no urgency to go back to the rust bucket.
This trip begins a few weeks of travelling for me so my new visa will get a good staring at by miserable and normally foreign sounding immigration officers at airports whose conversation only normally extends to: "left finger.... right finger..... look into the camera." ¶ 18:57
