
Heathrow’s Terminal 3 departure area is, essentially, a huge duty-free mall. Great, if you’ve still got twenty-pound notes burning holes in your pockets …
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Heathrow’s Terminal 3 departure area is, essentially, a huge duty-free mall. Great, if you’ve still got twenty-pound notes burning holes in your pockets … this post enabled by airblogging.com….

Heathrow’s Terminal 3 departure area is, essentially, a huge duty-free mall. Great, if you’ve still got twenty-pound notes burning holes in your pockets …
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Flight leaves in 3 hours, and I am SO ready for it. If nothing else, blogging has been a nightmare (ability to post stupid pics aside); my net access has…
Flight leaves in 3 hours, and I am SO ready for it. If nothing else, blogging has been a nightmare (ability to post stupid pics aside); my net access has been very limited except for off my Treo, which, like trying to drink with a thimble, is (marginally) better than nothing.
Regardless, it will be a very fine thing to be back with Margie and Katherine tonight. Very fine indeed.
The dining hall takes the upper story space under the big dome, giving it a large and airy feel to it. The food (breakfasts, at least) were pretty good, too….

The dining hall takes the upper story space under the big dome, giving it a large and airy feel to it. The food (breakfasts, at least) were pretty good, too. Sauteed mushrooms … Yum …
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Meetings over, we had a yummy meal at the (cabbies-identified) best Indian place in town, Pipasha. Lamb Tikka Jalfrezi. Yummy, even if the picture has an odd greenish cast to…

Meetings over, we had a yummy meal at the (cabbies-identified) best Indian place in town, Pipasha. Lamb Tikka Jalfrezi. Yummy, even if the picture has an odd greenish cast to it. And I head off to Heathrow tomorrow morning, jiggey-jig. Yay!
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Master’s Lodge, St. John’s College, Cambridge. Took the time before dinner to take a nice long photography walk. (Yes, I have a camera with me other than my Treo.)this post…

Master’s Lodge, St. John’s College, Cambridge. Took the time before dinner to take a nice long photography walk. (Yes, I have a camera with me other than my Treo.)
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Dinner was at No 1 Kings Parade. They were … very patient. I was also surprised by how late the sky stayed lit (as shown here).this post enabled by airblogging.com….

Dinner was at No 1 Kings Parade. They were … very patient. I was also surprised by how late the sky stayed lit (as shown here).
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Maybe. You can’ t swing a dead cat without spotting another cool college here.this post enabled by airblogging.com. UPDATE: Yes, it was Kings College, not St John’s….

Maybe. You can’ t swing a dead cat without spotting another cool college here.
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UPDATE: Yes, it was Kings College, not St John’s.
The twenty-odd of us descend upon the Eagle in Cambridge, established in 1525, and festooned with WWII pilot memorabilia. I am introduced to Old Speckled Hen, a tasty ale. (The…

The twenty-odd of us descend upon the Eagle in Cambridge, established in 1525, and festooned with WWII pilot memorabilia. I am introduced to Old Speckled Hen, a tasty ale.
(The link above is kind of interesting. Not only does it mention the signatures of WWII RAF and USAAC pilots up on the ceiling — done with lighters and candles and lipstick — but it mentions that it was Watson and Crick’s long-hard-day-discovering-DNA hangout. The picture it has of the exterior doesn’t show the very nice courtyard through the door on the right.)
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On a bright, sunny, English summer’s day. (That was sarcasm. The sky was grayer, and the atmosphere far drizzlier, than this craptastic cell phone snapshot indicates.) The picture is of…

On a bright, sunny, English summer’s day.
(That was sarcasm. The sky was grayer, and the atmosphere far drizzlier, than this craptastic cell phone snapshot indicates.)
The picture is of the Porter’s Hall, with the signature Dome in the background.
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Made it to New Hall — which, of course, is in surroundings completely different than what a map implies. Nice enough place, if a bit stark in its architecture. At…

Made it to New Hall — which, of course, is in surroundings completely different than what a map implies. Nice enough place, if a bit stark in its architecture. At any rate, time for a shower and change of clothes, if I can figure out where the light switch is for the bathroom!
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No matter what country you’re in, sitting on the highway at a full stop as emergency vehicles come wailing by is rarely a good sign.this post enabled by airblogging.com. UPDATE:…
No matter what country you’re in, sitting on the highway at a full stop as emergency vehicles come wailing by is rarely a good sign.
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Ah. Rain. Smoking. Right-hand drives. Cell phone adverts. Rain. Nice to be back. (Oh, and, yes, a nice car to take me up to Cambridge, so that I’m not at…

Ah. Rain. Smoking. Right-hand drives. Cell phone adverts. Rain. Nice to be back. (Oh, and, yes, a nice car to take me up to Cambridge, so that I’m not at risk by using the public transit — which arrangement may be marginally safer, but vastly more convenient. Question is, do I tip the fellow?)
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Made it. And it’s amusing that Dave Hill, International Man of Mystery, got to go FastTrack through Customs, thanks to flying Business Class. I feel so safe!this post enabled by…

Made it. And it’s amusing that Dave Hill, International Man of Mystery, got to go FastTrack through Customs, thanks to flying Business Class. I feel so safe!
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Don’tcha just hate it when you lose that little straw for WD-40 cans? Now you won’t. Sweet….
Don’tcha just hate it when you lose that little straw for WD-40 cans?
Now you won’t. Sweet.
At least I believe most kids would think this seriously uncool….
At least I believe most kids would think this seriously uncool.
The trailer for V for Vendetta is up. Looks pretty fine. And the cast certainly looks good, too. (via Steve)…
The trailer for V for Vendetta is up.
Looks pretty fine. And the cast certainly looks good, too.
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So three things have happened of late: I’m now moving in more rarified management circles, such that, when I travel, I should probably wear a suit (at least on the…
So three things have happened of late:
So … Friday afternoon turned out ot be a marathon trip to Men’s Wearhouse. Exit quite a bit poorer, but with three tailored suits (and an extra pair of slacks), a couple of ties, and a dress shirt of a mustard color that I’d never have imagined buying but which Margie suggested.
Margie ragged on me about the ties. I noted to her that it’s about the only option we guys have to accessorize with.
Margie, though, says I look very sharp these days in a suit. So … it’s worth it.
So, I decided, screw this: I’m going to use some of these ever-accumulating airline miles on United and upgrade my travel to the UK. Going steerage class on international is…
So, I decided, screw this: I’m going to use some of these ever-accumulating airline miles on United and upgrade my travel to the UK. Going steerage class on international is tolerable, at best (and last flight it was that way only because of adjacent empty seats).
Problem is, I’ve never done this before. Which is, of course, the challenge.
So I call up our corporate travel agent, who gives me the United number to call, the tickets having been issued already.
I call the United number, get bounced out of the automated system (which I had, to be fair, given the wrong flight info) over to the Mileage Plus desk, but then over to the International desk.
And, after a few minutes, I’m 45k flight miles poorer (out of 116k), but I’m upgraded to business class on the trip back and on stand-by for the trip out (which is actually the more important one). (And 30k of that is the outbound flight, so if it doesn’t pan out, I don’t spend those miles.)
I hate being on stand-by, really I do. (See, “Issues, Control Freak” under my dossier), but for the chance to actually enjoy the flight a bit, I’ll do it.