Woke up at 5 am for some unknown reason. That would be 11pm Monday real time. Grabbed my PowerBook and started warwalking. Found a bunch of hotspots right by
the hotel, but they must have had a MAC address list, because I couldn’t get an IP. Finally found a place on Southhampton Row, AEC, that advertised in their
window that they were a WiFi hotspot. Download my mail from the last 4 days (including almost 800 junk mail messages…thank you Mail.app filtering). The
florist that was opening up next door to AEC asked if I was using the wireless ‘net, and when I replied I was, he remarked that since they had gotten that
hotspot established, his business had picked up at least 10%, as well as the two caf
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?s next door.
Went back to the hotel, gathered my bags, tubed down to Victoria, then the train to Gatwick. Thinking I was golden, having actually gotten to the airport 2
hours before my flight, I was not worried when I saw the huge line to get checked in. Then I looked at my ticket. Seems I was actually only an hour ahead of
takeoff. Oops. One of the BA attendants hustled me to the front and got my bag checked, then I took off for the gate, actually getting there with enough time
to play a few games of pinball.
Managed to get about 3 or 4 hours on the flight, as well as finally see Catch Me If You Can (and, I hate to admit, DiCaprio did a fine job). Got into
Intergalactic a bit after 2, made it through customs and immigration with no hassle (although someone needs to tell them about queuing theory, and that one
master line is better than 12 seperate lines), and Matt collected me after only 2 or 3 circuits. Home by 3:15, where was greeted by both Festus and Arminius.
The End.