2nd March, 2009

BRISBANE

5am ......suppose I should pack

7am .....on the train. Happened to bump into my niece Sarah at Central Station (hi Sarah) on her way to work. She recognised me despite my new hair!!

Boarding the plane sadly uneventful, except for my new Brad impersonation. .....and then suddenly, I found myself trapped in the food prep area of the plane with 3 Virgin hosties, "Oh, oh", I said "girls I'm confused; how do I find my seat, the door seems to be locked". "No, no Kevin", they exclaimed in passionate unison, "You don't need a seat." "What, how, when, who .....what's happening," I said, my confused state gradually and inexplicably transforming into a state of euphoric satisfaction.

........Ahhh, that little nap on the plane seemed to do me the world of good.........Why did Iwake up again?