So I am in America. Last night I planned to get to bed at midnight so that I’d get five and a half hours before I had to get up and catch a flight to London. In the end I got to bed at 3:30am, meaning I got just two hours sleep before having to be up again.

I ended up getting stopped by those friendly folks at the customs desk. They randomly searched my stuff. Just doing their job I guess. But given my annoyance at being fingerprinted and photographed, this only added to my feeling of not being exactly welcomed with open arms.

What made me laugh though, was that when my friend picked me up and we got in her car and drove away from the airport, the radio started to play Tom Petty’s song Don’t come around here no more.