Leaving Londinium

Back at the Internet cafe, waiting for a radio-dispatched cab to haul my tired ass to Heathrow and the Virgin Atlantic departures lounge therein.

It's been a good, but tiring week. I now have empirical proof about what drinking an Imperial gallon of real ale will do to your blood sugar (hint: kids, don't try this at home!) and met some really cool people and maybe made a few new friends, even, as well as seeing some old ones.

Blogging will resume its normal pace and focus this weekend. On Sunday, we're hosting the Carnival of the Cats at enrevanche - Mr. Gato, who takes his white shirtfront with him wherever he goes, is having his dinner jacket pressed even as I type.

See you all soon.

- bc