My flight home started promisingly with the Captain announcing that we would be arriving at Heathrow early but about thirty minutes into the flight a flight attendant came running down the aisle shouting “A doctor or a nurse!” Shortly thereafter we had to fly back to Tokyo for an emergency stop and some poor chap got taken off on a stretcher. And then we were off again, a full three hours behind schedule but the food was pretty good for airline food (JAL incidentally), I did get to see Shoot Em Up which is exactly what it says it is (and features a heck of a lot of carrots) and I wasn’t even phased when another poor chap fainted on the floor beside my seat (air-conditioning a bit too hot for the poor lad). “What’s going on today?” says the flight attendant who comes running up to help. However, I made it here in one piece, have been relaxing and enjoying my sister’s cooking (will have to go now actually – she’s getting the dinner out) and am now sipping a Tiger beer with my brother-in-law John. The Pogues tonight, which will be drunken and raucous and inevitably misty eyed and nostalgic to boot. I got my docs ready. Gonna step on some toes.