...or lack thereof

So, I'm currently sat on the floor of my office at EID Towers, with nothing but my Apple iBook, and a stripped down DSL connection (no network, just me and the modem).

Around me the super-efficient team of removals men are hard at work, carefully packing everything that's not nailed down into boxes, for transportation to DMfM Towers.

I couldn't do their job. Not because of the heaving lifting involved, and not because of the tedious wrapping of every single little knick-knack, to ensure its safe passage to the new residence, either.

No, I couldn't do their job, because I don't have the steel-like will power they obviously have, in not either laughing, or retching, at the utter filth, dust, dog hair, cat hair, old soda cans and computer parts, that are matted into the labyrinthine orgy of network cables, and carpet of the EID main office.

I'm considering writing to His Infallablness, Mr Pope, and suggesting these lads are all candidates for canonisation, or at the very least, a complimentary Papal Dust Buster.

They say an untidy desk is a sign of genius. Going by that yardstick, I must be sodding Albert Einstein.

But now, it's just me, sat on the carpet, with the iBook, the DSL modem, just 432 wires, and enough old dog hair to make an entire third Golden Retriever.

And As For Me...
Tonight I'm catching direct flight to Her Most Britannic Majesty's, "Little Island Off The Coast Of France". I leave Denver at 8.30pm local time, and arrive in London Heathrow nine hours later.

This is the first time I've taken the British Airways direct flight, since I moved to the US. Normally it's a 12-hour process, involving a change of plane at Chicago or Washington D.C.

United Airlines claims to have a direct flight from London to Denver, but the sneaky little bastards fly the plane to Chicago, make you get off the plane, and on to another plane, upon which they then stick the same flight number. Frankly I don't think they're really getting the point with the concept of a direct flight.

I expect I'll be prodigiously writing more missives whilst on the plane, but I hereby go on record, to state that under no circumstances will I be penning rants about how awful airline food is. Partly because it's really not that bad these days, and partly because it's all been done before, and by funnier men than me.