My plan was always — always — to get everyone to the airport in ample time to sit down, chill out, grab some munch/drinks, check-in and then go get their flights. And then I would find a comfy chair somewhere and crash like no-one’s crashed before. The reason for this is that while everyone else caught a Ryanair flight at 19:55 to Stansted, my flight back to Prestwick (and a 45 minute car journey) isn’t until 08:30. Tomorrow.

So I’m typing away offline at the meeting point in the lower level of Dublin Airport, right beside The Kiosk (a Cadbury’s branded munchie and juice shop). At some point, I’ll toddle upstairs to the check-in hall, find somewhere quiet to sleep, and do just that. I’ve already managed to get about an hours worth of sleep, but in case I turn insomniac tonight, I have plenty of magazines, newspapers and Game Boy Advance games to keep me occupied. I also have the day off tomorrow just in case I turn uber-raging-Here’s-Johnny-insomniac, and I have to lie about lots when I get home :)