I'M IN BRADFORD!!

I think I'm going to claim this as my first "official" blog posting.

It's about 1pm and I'm feeling pretty tired and discombobulated. To understand why. lets play a game....

Did I;

(A) Have a nice relaxing night and prepare myself for my journey by having a hair cut, finish packing, having a shave, bath and an early night after triple checking I had my passport just to make sure?

or

(B) After having my haircut, invite people back to mine for a game of Cement Mixer (of which I am a level two master) then basically just dick about until about 11pm and when people left, then decide to do all things in section (A) but instead feel it was more important to do the vacuuming?

Well I'm pretty much sure you all guessed (A) but bizarrely it was (B). I know thats hard to believe, but it's true.

Upon getting to the stage of being ready to retire to my bed for some much needed kip (after vacuuming at about midnight) I decided to set my alarm clock a good 15 minutes earlier than usual (06:45). I decided this 45 minutes in the morning would be more than enough time to get everything sorted before I needed to leave at 07:30.

I woke this morning, not the the screeching sound of my painfully loud alarm clock at 06:45, but to the sun slicing through the gap in my curtain straight into my eyes. I have a quick glance at my clock, then another and then a really long glance with wide eyes while I try to understand what it's telling me......... Its telling me it 07:23. SHIT!