I made it back safe and sound, despite the guy next to me on the plane coughing and snorting without his hand over his mouth. He stank too and kept swearing and being mean to the lovely Mia.

Oh, and we were delayed at Heathrow. We were taking off just as Bush arrived, so had to wait for him to land and for all the helicopters to clear the area.

Managed to get some sleep on the plane, but not much, so a bit tired. Everyone is off to the races tonight, but not sure I’ll make it. On the plane I watched:

American Wedding - crap.
The Hulk - crap.
Lara Croft II - crap, nice boobs though.

Stayed in the hotel last Friday, was too tired to go out, a bit gee, but I had to get up to watch the rugby and then get a train up north to see the family.

Sunday, got up early to watch the rugby with the family. Come on! Sunday was also an early Christmas Day in our family, as I’m not going home for the real Christmas. Got some nice presents, including Schott’s Original Miscellany. Totally brilliant. Also, Bo Selecta. It’s reet proper bo, I tell thee!

We had Christmas dinner (no sprouts!!! I can’t believe it!) and games etc. Standard family Christmas, just no Queen’s Speech.

Monday went shopping for a load of new shirts. Wanchai should get ready for some nice new loud shirts from the Kaiser!

After the shopping I went to see my estranged sister. Lots and lots of personal family stuff to discuss there, but I’m not going to. I’m the only one she will speak to or let in her house. I think it went quite well, but it will take time for all the pain to subside, then maybe she will return to the fold. So, a pretty emotional night for all. I’ve never seen my Dad or brother cry. I did on Monday.

Still, it was great to see everyone, my other brother and sister came home to see me from afar and I saw my niece. She’s 10 now and I’m sad I’m missing her grow up. I’m going to get them out here next year though.

Mum fed me up all weekend, so now I think I am officially the heaviest I have ever been. The gym is going to get it, er, next week!

So, Dorae update.

Chinese Doris in London, nope, nothing happened there. Unrequited desire.
33yr old virgin Doris, haven’t seen her yet, so nothing going on there either, but promises, promises. Got her a quality t-shirt in England. Wait for the picture next week! Something along the lines of this and Saturday Night Fever. If only it were true.

I did receive an encouraging SMS this evening though:

“If England win the World Cup, I’ll blow you for an hour.”

From some Chinese Doris here in HK. Sounds reasonable.

Been getting abusive SMS’s from a Thai girl I know here in HK. She works for a bank, not a girlie bar, and she’s into the rugby. She says England are a disgrace to rely on Wilkinson for all their points. My point that the reason he has so many chances to kick are due to the word class forwards we have fell on deaf ears. Still, she said I could shag her and she’d wear my England rugby shirt, so it’s not all bad.

Right, I’ve got 5998 work emails to delete.