8am – We amusingly discover a new friend on the balcony. He’s a bright green iguana, and we name him George, purely because he looks like a George. Honest.
8.15am – Once a suitable picture is taken, we venture downstairs and discover more food than you could shake a very large, nobular stick at. Its truly enormous. I take full advantage, and feel ill.
9am – We trundle off to our group meeting, where we are given all the esssential information, including a dolphin trip which Becki decides she simply must do. After that, we decide to get down to getting burnt. And, might I say, succeed.

3am – Rudely awoken by the nasty but rather helpful alarm clock, and dragged out to the car. My trousers are trembling with excitement. As indeed am I.
7am – After managing to create a traffic jam on the runway, and the pilot helpfully warning of bad weather conditions, we start our assent into a mild storm.
8am – As we shoot through the air in a metal tube, I cunningly make jokes about the recent terrorist troubles. I get overly excited at the prospect of individual movie screens in our seat, and manage to select a broken one. Well done me.
11am – I sleep.
12pm – I wake up, wondering where the hell I am…
9pm – After a 14 hour flight, we manage to find our bags, despite my amusing jokes about their probable appearance in Zimbabwe, we find our hotel, and pass out.

Right. I’m off. See you in around two weeks, after I’ve soaked up the sun in Bucerias, near Puerto Vallarta, and eaten and drunk far too much… Just to make you a teensy bit jealous, here is a picture of my stonking hotel.
SPLENDID.

My ideal car number plate…

It’s the Henman vs. Rusedski match on BBC1 now (click here), and ooooh it’s a nailbiter. Of course, I should be packing/developing/having a haircut, but I can’t tear myself away. I’m a slave to the television.

A worryingly confused conversation just overheard:
Mum: “Have you got to go to the loo?”
Dad: “Why?”
Mum: “Oh, my 20% discount voucher’s just run out.”

Just had the most bizarre telephone call for a while from Simon H, and for him thats quite a statement. He phoned up to ask me what I would put aside moneywise “for a rainy day”. Slightly taken aback, I replied “oooh, about ?400, suppose” and that was it. End of phonecall. It’s slightly ominous – am I about to come face-to-face with a hitman?

No More Popup Ads – a startlingly successful way to stop PopUp Advertisements appearing from the internet. Damn – another good idea I’ve missed….

Terrorists vs US Government: A handy guide to discerning the differences…

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