Greeting from London Started the trip in fine style, suited and booted in tux and dickie-bow for the Ball! Maybe be a limo is the preferred mode of transport on these occasions but you can't beat the tube if you want to get noticed..... or laughed at! The champagne welcome and free table wine, coupled with champagne tequilla shots really got the night swinging, the food delicious, (pumpkin) giving the vitamins and energy to dance like a bald James Bond on acid! The night finished in the early hours with a hazy recollection of a Spurs signed football and a $250 bid. I'm glad it failed, I had no room in my rucksack anyway! A night at the Marathon followed, the last drink in England for many a month. Jack Daniels imbibed to the Sax duo's parp of choice and all in the back of a little kebab shop. Watch India here we come.