With two days until the 'big off', Howie is finally back from Florida where he has been charming the American olds, dominating the market in extreme breakfast sponging and calling me from his hotel that was so posh there was a little TV in the bathroom mirror so you didn't have to miss a minute of the morning news/24/Seasame Street while you had a shave/brushed your teeth/plucked your nostril hair. It has meant, of course, that all those last-minute things that n...

It was cold enough to freeze your nips off in the depths of the January 2010 'Big Snow' that the idea began to form. After a shambolic One Year Anniversary that saw a romantic trip to Paris cancelled, months of trying to think of clever ways to evade the extraordinary lengths that Ryanair go to to make you pay a few quid extra and a realisation that it was now 2010 and we would have to make decisions about what happens next, Howie itched my itchy traveller's feet...