Dalston, Dalston, it's a helluva town!

So tomorrow, I'm throwing off the shackles of working life and of the more earthy regions of North London for a nice country town in New York State. I'll be awake for 25 consecutive hours, I'll be travelling a total of something like 3,500 miles, and by the time I go to sleep that night, I'll be further away from the place I was born than I've ever been before.

I'll be seeing Braunwin for the first time in 5 months. I thought that deserved a new paragraph, as it's a particularly important point.

And I'll have eaten the first fast food meal I've ever eaten from the country that invented it. This doesn't deserve a new paragraph, but I was feeling whimsical. Expect regular updates on how weird America is, though I'll try to remind myself that Brits are just as weird to Americans, and we're both weird to Canadians.