HNY

If I succumb to typhoid or pig flu during the next few days, my heirs should have a word with Air Canada about the guy who sat next to me, with an eye to suing his heirs.

Midnight came during the meal service, somewhere over eastern Quebec. The cabin crew paused and applauded, we all shouted cheery things at each other, life went on. The brevity and dullness of the celebration felt somehow appropriate.

Excellent inflight entertainment (even beyond the hacking cough of my neighbour) in the form of the film It might get loud, recommended to all fans of the electric guitar. It does indeed get quite satisfactorily loud; the interviews are interesting and the byplay between the musicians is a treat to watch; the minute-long opening scene of Jack White building a functional electric guitar from a scrap of wood, a length of wire, four nails, an empty Coke bottle and a single pick-up should be compulsory viewing for all music-geeky 12-year-olds. "There, who said you need to buy a guitar?" But why oh why is there no soundtrack CD? [Answer: because they want to sell the DVD. Duh.]

Had breakfast in FFM, walked around a little and had a coffee, realized that I was rapidly approaching the point of falling-down exhaustion, threw away my ticket, bought a train ticket and was home in 80 minutes. Slept a half-hour on the train, then was in bed within half an hour of opening the door.

Migraine today, perhaps from stress and exhaustion. Went shopping nonetheless, found myself quite unable to make change.

I hope your New Years began well, my dears.