Let It Flow

There are all sorts of gags to be had about no one wanting to hear about a new Ash release, or that it's the biggest excitement there's been about an Ash release since 1977 etc, but frankly, I'm in no mood for lame jokes about Irish pop rock trios. (Even if the above title is the aptly-named eighth track on their finest work.)

The new belch from Iceland means that plans to get things back in action by mid-week might not get off the ground (OFF THE GROUND! HAHAHA!), so I'm still sweating as chances get smaller, wondering if I'll be coming to the UK next week or next autumn.

The main problem isn't really my work (though that is an obvious consideration) it's that if my flight is cancelled, the queue of people waiting to get onto flights once they do get up and running is absolutely huge, and we'd be going to the back of it.

A mate of Anna's boss was due to fly to the UK last Sunday, obviously couldn't go, and the next available date they were able to offer him was May 9th. And even that was based on flights getting going again mid-week. Lovely! Presumably if we got cancelled we'd be offered something about four weeks from now, and we'd then have to look into whether that worked or not. To say nothing of waving goodbye to hundreds that have already been spent on stuff like deposits for Edinburgh accommodation, train tickets, hotels etc.

With the corporate belt-tightening that was going on before this, they tried to make sure every scheduled flight was as close to full as possible, and with tens of thousands of extra passengers to try and cram on to the flights that do go ahead, if my flight does go it'll be absolutely rammed, but that's better than no flight at all...


On a 'lighter' note - for those of you who watched the first series of Underbelly, the main character in it, Carl Williams, was murdered in prison yesterday. There were rumours that he was spilling his guts about other folk in order to reduce his 35-year sentence, and the day before he was topped a story appeared in the paper that the police were paying the private school fees of his daughter, which seemed to back up the rumours.

The third series of Underbelly started here last week, starring a load of old Neighbours, Home and Away, and Heartbreak High bods (as I've mentioned before, there are approximately twenty seven full time actors in Australia) as well as Anna's client, and it went off, doing huge numbers.

This time it's about the rise of John Ibrahim in the 90s, a dodgy geezer who is still a top boy and runs a lot of shady business in Kings Cross as well as nightclubs etc and who still regularly gets gangland death threats and raided by the police. His brother was shot in an attempted hit last year, though I still see him driving round my neighbourhood now and then in a subtle bright orange Lamborghini, and he loves hanging out with bits of skirt from Home & Away etc. I don't reckon it'll be too long before someone does him as well, though he's been known as 'Teflon John' for years so maybe he's charmed.