I am on an aeroplane to Shannon that doesn't have seats but bean bags and a party atmosphere. The plane lands and walking through the airport and I realise I have left my hand luggage.
I turn to an airport official and impart my predicament.
'Thats fine, run back and get it.' Says the airport official.
So I hurry back and passengers are already getting back on to the plane and I run past the corwds to pick up my bag. In the cabin I get chatting to an interesting man with no face. A doctor I believe. The plane takes off before I've had time to get off. Damn.
I arrive back in London. I walk off the plane deep in discussion with a baker and then I realise I've left my bags again. I run back, the plane has turned into a cruise liner. We sail back to Shannon.
Arriving at Shannon I bump into Heston Blumental who has opened a new restaurant. It looks a bit like Garfunkels. I met a documentary filmmaker on the cruise ship who asks if Heston might give me a free meal next time I visit his restaurant.
"No" Says Heston "I can't give you a free meal; because I don't know you. But I can give you 35% off." and then he writes 35% off on a napkin and hands it to me.
