That's not his wife. That's my girlfriend.
Yea, my wife looks more like Lucy Lui.
Thx Eskimo.
Vulcan...apologies, but Swoop wouldn't let me into his room with my camera.
I forgot to mention that on the way home on British Airways we were served lunch. Smoked salmon starter followed by a lamb dish.
3 or 4 hours later they served *tea* which normally I am "all over" because they serve scones and clotted cream, but for the first time in years I declined because I wasn't feeling too sharp. This feeling gradually got worse and worse until I ended up at home and told my wife that I was pretty sure I had food poisoning. I cloistered myself in the spare room which has its own bathroom and dozed off mentally preparing myself for a night of hell.
It started around 11.00pm. Every half an hour after that point I was up to vomit...and not only out of my mouth trust me.
I *surfaced* about 7.00am the next morning feeling totally dehydrated and drained.
I, Curval, will never EVER eat another meal on BA again.