So there I was on last Thursday on the train to Leeds moaning about how selfish people in the quiet coach don't know how to be quiet and going from the hotel to the office in Leeds thinking about how nice it is sometimes to get some peace and quiet in my hotel room. The next thing I know I'm in Las Vegas commemorating the anniversary of my divorce and sitting in the hotel at 6am Vegas time writing about how nice it is to able to get some peace and quiet in my hotel room. International jet-setter or what?
This trip is by way of a catharsis, I hope to lay the ghost of all the previous trips I made with Madame (fun though they were, apart from the food poisoning incident, man was I sick).
I plan to gamble somewhat, drink moderately and forswear fornication. It is also interesting that even though you are allowed to smoke in the casino and cigarettes are not too expensive I have no desire to start again, that way lies emphysema and many other problems so not for me thank you very much.
I flew through Amsterdam and all the Dutch people I met assumed I was Dutch, it must be my incipient Movember 'tache make me look like I am. Perhaps I should learn to speak the language to keep up the charade.
Anyway, I think I'll go and get a bath and head downstairs for a spot of breakfast. ttfn
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