Once again, I cheat the hopes of many and actually gain access to the United States.
In fact, everything so far has gone disturbingly smoothly. Fastest transit to Heathrow ever, zipped through security, landed at Chicago O’Hare early, and it took ten minutes from getting out of my plane seat to lighting up a cigarette outside the airport.
And now I am installed in a large hotel suite full of Red Bull, cigarettes (Avatar bought me about a hundred packets of my brand), whisky and wine. And a sinister stack of boxes, which I believe are full of things I have to sign. Wi-fi’s on, we’ve set up Mission Control on the main table, the speakers are running, and basically everything is good.
Makes you wonder what’s going to go wrong, doesn’t it?