I don't do it veryoften, but I'm off on holiday today. More to the point, I'm off abroad on holiday. It's about time. I haven't been abroad in five years, and I ought to get a bit more use out of my passport before it expires. Given that we're due a heatwave in London, I thought I'd head off somewhere cloudy and damp instead, just to maintain the illusion of an English summer. But should the sun decide to come out, which I hope it does, the good news is that it doesn't set tonight. Yes, I've packed a pullover. Yes, I've also packed my swimming trunks. Yes, obviously I'm looking forward to it.
I might nip in and tell you what I'm up to, show you a holiday snap, give you a bit of local flavour. I might tweet, if local technology permits. Or I could go quiet for a week. They might impound my laptop at the airport, or there might not be wifi at the other end, or I might be having far too good a time to have time to tell you anything. You'll cope. Go read a random page out of the archives or something, there are more than a hundred to choose from. Rest assured that I'll be havinga great time without you, and that I'll come back next month and tell you what you missed. Volcanoes permitting.
What's on this weekend? St Patrick's Day Parade Sunday 18 March (noon-6)
Irish-themed parade, live music & drunkards in green hats, in Trafalgar Square.
