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 … Continue reading The Circular Routes of this Man of Mystery