And I wasn't sick once! In fact, I think there were only two vomiting incidents altogether, though reports haven't come in from all quarters. Lots of Americans wanted to take pictures of us, but we told them they should look at www.paulcroft.me.uk for pictures, and so should you.
And blogger has been reluctant to take my posts this week, so a quick summary: I'm no longer moving to Toronto. Instead I am working on the possibility of continuing in my job, but taking a fortnight here and there where I'm working from the US and dialling in. I'm looking forward to a pleasant weekend of Dim Sum (a new thing for me) and choons in Old St. possibly followed by rugby in Regent's Park, against our World Cup winning team. Of course, 15 against several thousand might even the odds a little, even if some of the thousands are aged 10 and below and weigh about 20lb each.
The next crawl is the Northern Line. 50 stops in two days. We can do it.
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Nice work Matt. I don't know how your stomach held together. Perhaps the addition of a dodgy mestache has a mysterious soothing effect on a trouble constitution. But, no it can't be so, I have moustache and beard and yet mix me full of wine, whiskey and beer and later that evening I'll be messing up someone's bathroom.
Alec
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