Air Travel: The Only Way

I'm writing this one from the BA lounge at Heathrow - in a far more salubrious, i.e. sober and not sunburnt, state than my last outgoing flight from here - with an hour to kill before my flight. Normally this would be spent reading the economist amongst the hoi palloi and eating some crisps. But not this time - i'm now reading the economist amongst the club world travellers and eating sandwiches - complimentary ones - and drinking wine. Coogee, Darlinghurst and Newtown, here i come - this time in some degree of style. See yer soon!