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Off to London for Ed's wedding tomorrow.

I don't know how kindly the sleazyjet staff will take to my Sgian Dubh. It's not a sassenach slicer, it's part of my national fancy dress, like the bells on the ankles of a Morris Dancer. Anonymoose assures me that it will be fine in my hold luggage, but I have a feeling he's trying to get me a night in the Guantanamo Hilton rather than the Paddington.