London Bound

So, I must have hit the toast pretty hard because when I woke up today, I found that I'm fly business class to England.

Some how I made a lay over in Chicago, and now I am on my way to Heathrow. I spoke to the stewardess, she says I was going on and on about meeting the "Queen", and I was her cousin or something. Now this sounds nothing like me and I am sure there is a perfectly good reason I would go to London. Maybe it like those Jason Bourne movies and I am an international killing machine spy? That would make a heck of a lot more sense. Let's go with that one.