It took me ages to find the train and Frankfurt airport is huuuuge and it took me even longer to find the Aer Lingus desk to check in once I got to the airport and nothing was open and I was really early and bored out my skull 'cos I've no fucking walkman any more and then once I got on the plane there was a little kid who screamed all the way from Frankfurt to Dublin and then we got kicked off the plane temporarily in Dublin so they could clean it or something before we went on to Cork and who did I see in the one tiny section of Dublin airport that was still open only Donal, which was very strange and cool, 'specially as it was his bday yesterday too and then we got back on the plane and the little bastard was still on it and he screamed for 10 mins before getting hoarse and falling asleep - result - and then we landed in Cork and my bag was one of the first out and then I met the parents who took me...HOME. I've been homesick all along and never realised it. And Cinco is so incredibly small compared to Freddie...

Considering squandering my inheritance on a laptop. Now all I want is a Palm Vx and an MZ-R70 to go with it :-)