I get up at some God-foresaken hour and sleep walk into the car. "I wonder how best to describe such an early hour in my Blog?" I think to myself. "I could call it un-earthly, stupid o'clock, daft AM and I could say that I didn't even know there was a 6AM on a Sunday. In fact what if I was to Blog about thinking about what to Blog. How post-modern would that be?" I slam on the brakes to avoid a Gatso.

I reach the airport and find to my dismay that not only has there not been a delivery of "Observer"s yet but the coffee shop is so far from opening that the coffee beans are still growing. The state of air travel today is very poor. I slump in the blue airport lounge chair and jump up again as it cracks my spine into a normal shape from the "hunched over a computer all day" look.

And then people start arriving. I stand there, still in my pyjamas, next to an Hotel taxi driver in his three piece suit. His perfectly crafted and laminated sign saying "Hilton" makes my qucikly scribbled "John 3:16" sign look un-professional. Although I think mine is funnier.

My Canadian Girlfriend appears! I run towards her and we engage in the normal airport reunion thing. "None of your pets are dead!" I shout triumphantly; ignoring the fact that she doesn't have any pets.

"So what have you been up to since we last spoke." she says as we head to the car.

"Not much" I reply, which is a lie. I have decided that now is not the time to tell her that my major acheivement of the past few days is that I have successfully edited my "5 Celebs I'm allowed to sleep with" list. (Claire Danes, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Eliza Dushku, Georgie Thompson and Joy from My Name is Earl)

We battle through Manchester's famous "Shroedinger's Weather" - It is simultaneously raining and not raining - and arrive at her flat. The jet lag must've hit her pretty hard as she dragged me straight to bed as soon as we walked in.