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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

The flight was fabulous, thanks for asking. I decided to take the "la la la, I'm not listening" approach, which combined with the 10mg of valium worked like a charm.

On the way in to checking in, I managed to walk past skinny Irish singer Neil Hannon of Divine Comedy fame, who was clad head to toe in denim and gave me a very funny look the second and third time I walked past. I'd like to assume this had something to do with my devestating beauty, but was probably more about the stoned expression I was probably wearing, and the fact that I was carrying Stuart, my teddy bear, clutched in my arms as if my life depended on it. Which, according to my superstitions, it did.

The American couple sitting beside me on the plane, who were apparently spending their retirement money travelling around Europe, were slightly bemused by my flying habit of sitting crouched forward crushing Stuart between my arms, counting under my breath and trying to breathe slowly, but seemed to want to talk to me anyway. The flight was over really quickly, and I'm not too disturbed, but not very enthused by the thought of having to do it all over again in September.

I'm just hoping to the Gods it was worth it.

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