jetlagged

There's an Irish pub in Dubai Airport which was open at 6am and it was rammed. And you can smoke in there; almost looked horrific..a throwback to what is now passe. The punter next to me was a bonzer Aussie bloke who was going to Pakistan for some work. My first trip in 18 months; hold the fine line of domesticity and being on the road..travel together. Life's not adrenalised Billy big bollocks but a love based experience..where you can look into yourself and see the truth. You have to like yourself. Don't be led astray.

From Dubai i had a row of seats to myself to lie across and hit a dream cycle after the week's excess. I did see 127 Hours which wasn't too bad. After the fast Heathrow Express to Paddington, went through Hyde Park; the spirit of the demonstration made me proud. People gathered in the Nag's Head, Hyde Park Corner. Dropped into La Gothique, Wandsworth Common with my luggage and march flag. Ascot Cob to finish off was the best; nutty..is that the drink or me? The attractive demographic here, though not as attractive as my Katie, should be snapped up as wenches at Great British Beer Fest to keep some of the present incumbents on their occasionally webbed toes. They would wait to be asked whereas the status quo proffer themselves; that's the difference. Do you like the global shift from Hong Kong with its carnival Sevens headiness to occasionally ostentatious Dubai to the people power to Wandsworth Common? 'Jetsetter, go- getter' as Ne-Yo sings.