The green green grass of home…

The last thing I knew, I was in the London underground, and the next thing I knew was that I was back in Aotearoa. In the middle there was a blur of jet fuel, airports, passports, security checks and airline food. And a 60 something compulsive traveller sitting next to me, talking non stop about stuff that didn’t even interest him. Can you claim compensation for having to sit next to boring people?

~ by jonnyhanlon on September 6, 2008.