First ever blog entry. How exciting. Its a shame that I'm doing it with a hangover and sound distinctly like Mariella Frostrup when I talk. Sunday night I managed to sleep a pathetic 2 hours. I was still faffing around with my bag at 3am. Organised!!! Got to Manchester and nearly missed the flight so I got in a bad mood. Said goodbye to Mum and Dad and jumped on the shuttle to Heathrow where I met up with Richard for coffee and a muffin and an onward journey to...