The Circular Routes of this Man of Mystery
There are times when leading the life of an international Man of Mystery can be really annoying. One of those was yesterday. Put simply I got everyone up at home round about 4.30 am to get me to Edinburgh Airport for my flight to Heathrow, where I would change to the Los Angeles flight.
Which I did, with no problems.
It was at around 12.30, some eight hours, seven hundred miles, six games of Patapon, five gold rings conversations, four security checks, three hours in the frequent flyer lounge, two episodes of Spooks and one box of Thornton’s Continental later that I looked out the window of the LA bound 777 and saw…
…Edinburgh.
Yes, but was it by choice? :-)
I think it’s more that they didn’t think to hang a long rope down I could grab onto like a bad episode of The A-Team… If there was an Edinburgh-CA direct flight, I would really consider it, alas the 767 is lacking the range.