Landed in Heathrow after a bitter/sweet flight. Started off great with three beers consumed very quickly, resulting in beers being bought to me two at a time. Then bad when I drank them out of that type of beer and tried moving onto Miller which was absolutely terrible. Then good, because this meant I could move onto burbon. Then bad because of the poor quality of movies available and the nitendo didn't work. Then good 'cause by then it didn't matter. Then bad because it was late in the trip and all the lights were out and it can be hard work drinking by yourself in the dark, but I soldered on. Then good 'cause a hostess gave me her phone number. Then bad 'cause I remembered how Todd and Fraz had been hurt by those hostesses they were seeing, so I threw the number away. Then it was over and I was in London. Got the tube to Wimbledon where I met everyone's favorite camera man..... Ladys and Gentlemen ..... MR DAVID INGRAM. Saturday night, so out to the local for a couple of warm english pints.