flying to Philadelphia
I haven’t been on a plane since Boxwood two months ago, and I’d forgotten how incredibly noisy it can be - I’m keeping my earplugs in at all times on this US Airways 757 anyway - and I’d forgotten that the smell of hand soap is plane lavatories is strangely appealing.  (On my second visit to the bog I realised that it’s the almonds.)

Anyway, everything’s gone very smoothly so far, no queues at checkin or security, and takeoff was ahead of schedule. The book I wanted to read en route even dropped through the letterbox at home an hour before I left this afternoon: Alex Robinson’s Too Cool To Be Forgotten. Unlike many more 'edgy' comic artists, Robinson's characters tend to be likeable, so that you want to spend time with them. He’s even sufficiently upfront about his stylistic failings to let his publishers berate him on the back page for not bowing to their criticism of one particular page.

Last night I went on the radio with Vic to be silly for the last time: it’s been a lot of fun.  And there can’t be many shows that follow a 1956 track by The Drifters with Anthrax, not to mention the increasingly ridiculous collection of programme idents. Vic gave me a Daniel Johnston T-shirt as a leaving present which was very touching.