waits for me at the end of the hall to the left.
To my right, an airport hotel bar filled with twenty-somethings putting the moves on each other to the pumping beat of Madonna's Get Into the Groove.
Outside, a sky holding a half moon and the trails of airline flights departing for all corners of the globe. Mine will depart for Dublin tomorrow for the long weekend of vacation after a week of work.
And I think Roger will agree with me when I say:
Virgin Megastore at Piccadilly Circus in the City
It's alright It's alright...