Red Carpet Club San Francisco
06.15
Red Carpet Club, San Francisco Airport.
Rising c. 03.45. Bags ready to go, into the FrippMobile, departing at 05.07 with a lunar eclipse underway.
Arriving in good time at SFO I…
II...
… and a speedy movement through check-in and security to the Club.
DevilThroad is not so painful, but much coughing and hacking.
07.14 E-flurrying. The Minx is in her first show of the day. Patricia is in her office. To the gate.
19.25 EST United Club, Newark Airport.
A straightforward, full flight…
… with lotsa coughing. Landing to ongoing non-industry dissension I…
II...
Some e-flurrying in response which took up what, in a better world, would be gentling between flights. But this is what it is. Sometimes, we recognize a situation to be addressed; followed by recognition that we are a person well-placed to address it. Suffering follows.
To the gate.
23.11 BM415 Newark > Heathrow I…
II...
Here with the muckety-mucks…
… and I have a booby on my right. He is fiddling enthusiastically with strands of his hair. His right foot, placed at the end of a leg that rests on the other one, is furiously twitching away. A game on his seat-screen is absorbing and requires much forward motion. His drink is beer.
And mine is champagne, with a glass of ice on the side.
