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the temptation to lower myself into the gutter and shoot robbierobbierobbie with his mystery blonde female friend is almost overwhelming.

we're both sat in the not very special 'air newland/ virgin' vip lounge at LAX.
only i'm not wearing a wooly hat and big sunglasses...and i don't have a bushy beard to hide behind.

well, ok...i AM wearing big sunglasses but that isn't exactly a disguise for me.

only recognised him by the 'B' on his neck.
spookily the same reason i noticed him last time me, mrs.perou and maximum were standing behind him in the upperclass queue for security at LAX.

frances is not at all excited: apparently he was always her least favourite of TT.
awwww...

and amusingly miss hood is annoyed that robboerobbierobbie is on our flight because IF we crash and burn, no-one will pay any attention to our deaths: his premature departure will dwarf our own demise.

hahahhaaaaaa....hahaaa...ha.