LISTENING TO: The Rembrandts - I'll Be There For You So where were we? Oh yes, going out to the bar before staying up all night and getting on a bus, then a train, then a plane all at 2am, 3am and then finally around 4-6am. Seems like a good plan, until you put it into practice. Then it turns into a lesson of how many (drunk) people take the night bus in Islington, paired with how very, very awful McDonald's smells within a closed space (say, a train, where you're already feeling sick). However, after that horrifying experience, the rest of the very early morning was actually pretty much smooth going. Gatwick Airport is HUGE (also, for some reason although my Doctor Who bracelet didn't set off security alarms in either Newark or Brussels, it totally set things off in London... which I guess is kind of ironic), and although we had to make our way to the second to last terminal in the entire airport (a fifteen minute walk, mind you) the flight itself was pretty chill...