The Plane Now Waiting . . .

So, here we are sitting on the late night plane about to leave Toronto for Las Vegas. And it's ON TIME, something that's never happened to me before in hundreds of flights. Then . . . There's a voice over the intercom. The captain: "Sorry, we're going to have to wait a while, my headphone's not working." An hour later, it's fixed and then we drive, and drive, and drive around the airport for half a lifetime, while he finds the right runway: "Sorry, it's windy, we're all taking off from a different runway - and there are seven planes in front f us."

We arrive in Vegas just before midnight, just as the show's starting. But we're too knackered to do moe than fall into bed . . .