Innit

My Dear Fellow,

Here we are in the land of the Innits, having travelled to London yesterday via first class train because that is how ooh la la I am these days.

As a result it was an uneventful and quiet trip, followed by a taxi ride to Hammersmith where Mr. Ricky Martin will be performing tomorrow night. 

Our hotel is fine - if very "officey". The amenities are definitely skewed toward the business traveller, with no movie channel on the telly but lots of weird ports everywhere so I could put on a PowerPoint presentation for Er Indoors if I wished. Of course, divorce and possible assault would probably ensue if I did that, so I'm restraining myself.

Here is the view from our window. I tried to zoom in so you can see the London Eye there if you press your nose up to the PC screen and squint.

And now for room service. Effing love room service.

Parsones