|Not yet/ever/on my watch it ain't, mate!|
I knew nothing of this until I was boarding, but still you gotta hope for the best and it's out of your control anyway, so dwell on that. I did manage to upset my two fellow paxs when I asked if I could get to my window seat and said "Thank you, Ladies!". It was a man and wife, wasn't it? Quiet flight after that...
|Bottom right for The O2!|
|Still just about the funniest show...sheer class!|
Anyway, the fun stopped once we landed and BA's super-efficient IT team told me via text that a bag of mine had not been boarded. Deep joy...to be fair, immigration was a breeze but then I had to rationalise about the bike's whereabouts with a human chocolate tea-pot masquerading as a BA rep. F**king Ada!
Bit of wandering around and then I realised that I would not be taking advantage of Dave Winter's annual Good Idea in getting 45 miles done right away, so checked-in to the cheapest motel nearby and crashed-out for a couple of hours, awaiting a phone-call form Team Dynamic.
|A sight for tired eyes.|
|Man-ale love is very right obvs, and justified in this case|
|One step below 'Better Call Saul'!|