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Here I am in Stansted airport. I’m down in the big smoke to see Patricia and politely tell her parents not to worry that I’m stealing her back to Glasgow. Getting here was an adventure because when I got to Glasgow airport they wouldn’t let me on the plane because I didn’t have any photo-id so I had to go home to get my passport (the only photo-id I have) which I couldn’t find. I sweated and shouted for about half an hour while tearing my room apart. (‘My room’ counts as everything I own in cardboard boxes with a new experimental filing system that I have since forgotten on account of it’s radical nature). But against all odds it turned up and I went back to the airport and got them to let me on another flight.

Got to go now to maximise my airport time. Trish is on her way and I haven’t played a single videogame.