I really like this kind of whimsical "I am talking and everyone, yet no one, is listening" kind of blog-speak. Aside from science writing (which has taken a toiletwards turn, so let us not speak of that) this is my favourite kind of writing. Sorry, that probably means there'll be a lot of it.
Soooooo.....
We is doing this trip fing, innit? A carefully planned excursion (spur of the moment, booked within the space of half an hour with no thought to a damn thing of use) to the southern hemisphere of the planet (mostly Melbourne, slightly Cairns), craftily broken up with a stopover of two days in Hong Kong on the way there and three in Tokyo on the way back. I think you can see where this might get interesting. I meant to do this blog thing last time I was in Melbourne (I still have a piece saved entitled "Team Hormone: Sailing on a Sea of Wet Knickers". Happy times).
So, as you might have gathered, due to some of Limmony Snicket's (don't you love when modern-does-twee in lieu of history? I got suckered by Sleepy Hollow as well :P ) unfortunate f**k ups going astray, two of our destinations (so far...) have suffered some sort of natural disaster. I am willing to give Tokyo a go, as long as I don't become irradiated, but it seems there is more chance of that being high up in the atmosphere on the flight over so all may yet be well.
I should point out that "I" am Fi (and we are me. And both of us will buy you a drink if you get that trashy literary reference) and will be the sole, exclusive, non-negotiable and absolutely untouchable by war, famine, pestilence and most international legal treaties, writer of this mighty tome. Paul is complicit by his very existence; his contribution is willing, silent and always in perfect agreement with everything I say. Don't you love when that happens? Paul is nodding.
