Sinbad, I am not.

Forget your pissed off Medusas and your slightly annoyed but massive Achilles, I have to get in an aeroplane tomorrow. Aeroplanes are bastard things and can only fly directly into mountains.
My brain can't cope with flying, it goes all doolally.

If, by some miracle, we make it across to France and then repeat the undoable by getting back safely, I'll see you in a week or so. If not, remember me fondly.