So that's it, i'm here. Departed Cov at 5am yesterday an had a problem free journey. No puncture, no breakdown and no crash meant we arrived at the airport with about 17hours to spare. Great. On entering the departure lounge i heard MC Hammer blaring out the sound system. I knew this was going to be a good trip.

There were lots of interesting characters aboard the double decker (wahey!) flight including hip-hop guys with massive earphones (so glad Gav has taught me the Hip-hop dance) and even massiver trainers. Cant wait for the west coast fashions to reveal themselves even more. There was also a scandanavian rock band. Oh the glamour. I was fortunate enough to be wedged between a screaming child and a manwoman with death breath and stilton feet. Luckily I was unable to notice the stench after a while as both our TV's had broken and in talking to her i was so immensed in the odour that i became immune to it. Silver lining and all that, yeah?

The flight covered about 6500 miles and went over greenland, that was pretty spectacular as you could see all the ice caps (broken up) really well, however i was most disappointed that there were no polar bears and no coca cola trucks within view. I touched down at LAX 11hours later and pushed my was onto a shuttle for Hollywood with a load of other fresh-faced fresh-hoodied sta-ticket clutching youths. Rather endearingly there was a properly unhinged guy on the bus who proceeded to enthusiastically sing and dance along to Mpeople, and he started a fight with the Albanian driver cos 'Schwarzenegger has bloody moved everything around in this damn city'. I guess this is Hollywood and anything goes...