The greatest trick culture shock ever played...

was convincing the world it didn't exist, to butcher the old adage.

I'll be fine, I thought - I've been there before, I've done the work thing, it'll be easy as pie. Which seemed a bit silly when I was curled up in the bathtub on the 2nd night with my head resting against the cold of the wall.

Our bags are packed...

I've been staring at this blank blog for about 5 minutes now and I'm starting to figure whatever I write will be the internet equivalent of a confrontingly loud microphone squeal. Then everyone will laugh, I'll clear my throat nervously and things will pick up from there.

Ahem!