One of these days I am going to be in Singapore and not be brain-dead from flights across time zones. And maybe see something more than just an hour or two of the airport.

Two flights down (Wellington to Sydney and then here), two to go (to London then Inverness).

I’m knackered already so can be fairly sure I’ll sleep well when I get back home.

No amusing anecdotes to regail you with just now, although on my flight out of Wellington I was sharing the plane with the Wellington Phoenix team. They didn’t recognise me.

Not that they let on, anyway.