Thursday, April 15, 2010

Logically not-awesome.

Vulcan (Latin: Vulcanus), aka Mulciber, is the god of beneficial and hindering fire. A damn great big volcano in Iceland erupted. This sent a plume of 'stuff' into the atmosphere, which headed south easterly, towards the UK. Problem for me was that at about this time i was supposed to be on my way to Sea Otter, aboard a metal tube that doesnt like to navigate in glass, ash and sulphur particles.

Not so fast, boyo.

Despite the fact that communication between BA and me has been, well, sketchy, i now know that all planes due to leave Heathrow until 1pm are borked. Mine was due to leave at 11.30 (ignoring the fact that the flight from Scotland at quarter past oatcake in the morning was long gone, forcing me into a 6 hour 35 minimum drive overnight).

Its a bummer. I'm still getting up in 3 and a half hours to see if the flight i was on is being delayed, rather than cancelled. If so, i need to hot foot it to London and get on that flight. But something tells me this race is run. Which is a crying shame.

Anyway...it ain't over until the fat lady sings, or the Vulcan spins...

4 comments:

gfs said...

balls. of course if you're in london and can't get out..

booboo said...

Rubbish :(

If you are south and fancy hanging out in a field, we'll be at the SSEC in the FoD and would love to cheer you up with a SN or two...

Anonymous said...

That is genuinely multi-tool :O(

Dean said...

Dude - if you're down south and need some soul-soothing trails and beer...