People have been hacking and sneezing all over me all week (It is deliberate; I know their game, mumble...)and I can feel the cold coming on just in time to make my eardrums explode on the plane...
God, I can't believe it. I still cannot believe it! I really wanted to go, but after all the futile grant-grubbing and totaly resigning myself to the 'fact' that I could not go, no way...to be so suddenly on my way has totally frelled my feeble geriatric mind. Oh wow, man; heaveee... In a few days I'll be sniffing round those famous flea markets of colossal mittel-Europeaen weirdness, and hobnobbing (or at least being in the same venue-) with players like Dame Darcy. I wonder if this is all to do with my Uranus thing? Hup!