And theyre off...

Well he is at any rate. I know it's a marathon not a sprint but there's no way I'm letting fatty arbuckle and his kids snotty and spotty beat me to the plane. On principle. I'm not sure which one but I follow it religiously.

By the way. For those of you from a slightly older generation who remember when Ireland owned the Eurovision, I'm in Terminal 3, flight's on ti... oh delayed. Man, so close.

I got a free magazine. It only cost me £1500 but it's free. It's full of stuff that people who don't think about £1500 would buy. Those richies, they get all the good stuff.

Now I'm off. Christ I hope I don't get stuck with those two gorgeous blonde twins. Which would I choose? Tough times ahead. The taller one is called Matt. I hope it's the other one ... Bye bye