the latest installment in travels with FIO

Subject: London Day 1
So I left last night just happy to travel somewhere where the tempatur is not in triple digits. I have never been so excited for a 60 degree cloudy day: I almost miss the sweat dripping down my back. Once again, Continental had a fine movie selection: the latest Antonio Banderas piece of crap. Something about ballroom dancing in the ghetto, even if i wasn't a complete narcissist I couldn't muster to care about it. Who is this guy taking career advice from Cuba Gooding Jr.? Wasn't even the worst Banderas film I have seen on a plane. That distinction goes to Zorro 2 (they really should have stopped at zero). Although it wasn't as bad as my last flight. I think the movie was Harry Potter and the Prostitute of Kyrgyzstan (or am i confusing that with an email from Crispin?). Did manage to get my way from gatwick airport to Lee's house by train and underground. He lives in a residential neighborhood north of center city in finchley central. He is an Aussie i befriended during his brief stay in NYC while he was on a 3 year holiday. He wasn't home as he just started a new job (I don't know where he got the idea that working was a good idea, certainly not from me). I decided to trade in some air miles to visit him during the great british beer festival in the wonderful english summer. Took a quick look aroung the neighberhood, grabbed a quick english fry-up and managed to stop at the pub. Debated on continuing drinking the rest of the afternoon but decide to take a break, maybe even a nap. Save myself for the weekend or maybe i'll break into the bottle of bourbon i got from the dutyfree shop as a gift. Will speak soon - fio