The Eagle Has Landed

Christ on a bike, flight delays are a bitch! I spent about £30 on coffee and mars bars just to remain awake and alive.

We finally boarded nearly half a day late, and apparently the wind round Santa's gonads was interfering with the radar and as a result the wind speed over Timbuktu or somewhere equally ridiculous meant we were 15% slower than we should have been reaching the eastern sea board, then a weather system somewhere that sounded interesting meant a longer round-a-bout route to LA than we should have taken. Net result a very long and grumpy flight.

As a bonus however, my good friend Andrew Walker-Fowldes' amazing idea of wearing our best suits, rocking up to check-in and asking if we could have a free upgrade worked. He flashed his pearly white smile, and we were in. The huge reclining chairs made the flight bearable. He's a top man is Chappers. Flipping genius.

Anyhow. Immigration was a bit of an ordeal thanks to one prize gimp with a real cockerneeee wide-boy accent. He thought that despite the countless warnings over the last few years that humour + immigration makes for a shite day, he'd throw in a joke about concealed firearms. As a result the rest of us behind him (the last 20 or so people off the flight) had to endure further delays. Deep joy.
Still, the DHS guys are doing a job, keeping the people safe etc so we just had to like it or lump it. Wish they'd given the knob-head who caused it the full latex/KY treatment though.

The hotel is lovely, with good views. We're quite high up, and the room is pure luxury.
Chappers is visiting a couple of people in the morning apparently, so I'm probably going to hit the tourist trail and see the cliché stuff like the Hollywood sign, the walk of fame, etc.

Anyway - I'm knackered and about to get hit by a combination of jetlag, and cheap minibar whisky, so I'll call it a night. More in a day or two!