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Well, I'm back from the states. Started travelling at 6:30am Pacific time on Tuesday, and finally got home about 6:00pm British Summer Time yesterday. Transatlantic flights really do screw with your body, don't they? Went to bed when I got in last night, and woke at 7:30 this morning.
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Thu 3 Apr 2003, 8:31,
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Hateful. I only really experienced it for the 1st time a couple of years ago, coming back from Sri Lanka. Like being on drugs, and not very good ones...
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Thu 3 Apr 2003, 8:35,
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on the flight, by the time you get out on bail, the worst is usually over...
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Thu 3 Apr 2003, 8:40,
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I like to shout "No! Not Captain Smith! Not Vodka Smith with the shaky hands/invisible friends/voices that only he can hear!" That livens things up no ends, and introduces a playful air to calm the nerves of those who are scared of flying.
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Thu 3 Apr 2003, 8:42,
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The captain was outside kicking the tyres - this is true
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Thu 3 Apr 2003, 8:45,
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Flew on Saturday, was fine till Wednesday, when my system shut down at lunchtime. (You know... 'where am I... who am I...') I had to beg out of a meeting at the Axis of Evil HQ (aka MS), head for the hotel and crash. embarassing.
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