I've got an MA essay due tomorrow. I should be in the library right now, squinting at a print-out and going mental with a red pen - but instead, I'm in my mother's house in Dublin, having had two flights to Manchester cancelled because of the dreaded ash cloud. I hate that ash cloud. Tomorrow I have to get up at 4am so I can get on a 6.30am flight home - then straight to the library to print out the essay and hand it in. I was planning a full-on beer session afterwards, but I'll probably fall asleep on the table instead. But I'll limit the ranting, despite the flight-horribleness: I was in Dublin this weekend for my best friend's wedding, which was superb, AND I got to drink champagne on a balcony of a suite in the Shelbourne Hotel on Saturday night, and does it really get better than that? I think not.