I've packed it. I've booked it.. I'm soon to take the advice that is so often thrown my way. I'm going away. To London and then Edinburgh just for the sheer fun of it. Will I be writing my journal whilst travelling, imitating the traveloge style of Michael Palin, Alan Wicker, Pete McCarthy... No. Partly because I'll be too drunk to string together a coherent sentence.... (Yes, More Than Usual)... and partly because I'm really not quite THAT attached to my technology. Will I be writing about it on my return, posting pictures, telling hillarious stories about airlines, cockneys, the scotch.... and no.... I don't mean the Scottish. You bet any part of your behind on it. I'll be here. Pictures of me hugging Beefeaters, harrasing palace guards, drinking scotch and trying to get onto stage with Rich Hall.... or at the Phantom Of The Opera.... I'd have made a great Phantom... I auditioned once... but I went to far with it.... I explained that I thought the part had always been missing something... and so in an attempt to bring the show into a more happening place, I played it Jewish. Sort of Music of the Night meets Fiddler on the Roof. Fiddler on the chandellier... if you will. I later tried for the part of Christine, but apparently I don't have the legs. But I digress. 23rd Of July... set your watches folks. I'll be back, and with pictures. Mike Continued here...

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