Paul Smith's Blog

Finally, a chance to blog has arisen. After leaving on Saturday morning, this is the first time I’ve sat down for more than a few minutes.
Joe’s already mentioned the flights - but basically thanks to a rumoured hungover captain from BA, we ended up taking a major detour via Toronto, giving us the oppurtunity for an inpromtu trip up the world’s tallest tower. And thanks to the confusion of several timezones, Julie had the longest birthday of her life.
At about 10am UK time (having had 4 hours sleep in 48 hours) we arrived in style. The car we arrived in wasn’t a limousine. And it wasn’t a hummer. It was an epically-large-stretch-limo-hummer-monster. Yeah.
2 days of skiing lessons and I’ve lost Julian and Ian halfway down the mountain (ende...