Old notebook... "Todd boards our train at Baltimore and I immediately catch sight of him striding through the carriages like a Russian Cossack. It's been only two months since we saw him last but he immediately seems more at home here in America. He's sporting a beard large enough to mesmerise small children and has a Clark Gable flick to his hair. Funny to think of the random way we met and all the people between here and London that we will never ever speak to..." Thinking about another trip to the States... [Music: You wouldn't believe me if I said Blast Furnace]