Heathrow. Waiting for the flight to Bangalore. We shot off a couple of faxes from the specialty lounge. I don’t have enough miles to qualify as special but she does. Nice lounge. Swanky. We were not dressed for it but Brits are too polite to say anything. We only did faxes, no voice calls. I […]

Dear Diary, How many times have I resolved to keep a diary and then I don’t keep it up? Well how’s this for a test of the new leaf I turned over. Hello! The whole fucking tree is new! If I really mean it then here’s the proof. Or at least when the entries stop […]