God bless America

After an 8-hour flight where the highlights were watching Miss Congeniality 2 and eating a whole giant bag of Maltesers, I arrived at Minneapolis.
I was tired and grumpy, but the weather was very non-London (i.e. sunny and warm) so that cheered me up a bit.

Then I had to stay in customs for an hour, where I was scanned, fingerprinted, photographed, and interviewed. They suspected I was onto something. I think it's because I wear hats and talk funny.

Eden Prairie is a suburban city, so everyone is middle class, drive a 4x4 or a pick-up truck, and is overweight. Everyone is overweight.
I've just been to the mall. There are lots of American young kids with obnoxious good dress sense. Bought m'self a pair of green All-Star, Sufjan Stevens' Illinoise CD [rare edition that is being withdrawn because of copyright issued due to Superman on the cover], and a copy of Black Book magazine. Great.

I'm staying in a Marriott hotel where all rooms are suites. I have a room with two double beds, a small kitchen, a living room and a huge bathroom. All for myself. What a waste. Mental note: should invite people for a sex fest.

Work is cool. Meetings and training today. Everyone is IT-normal. They spend the day talking about softball and american football. But then I met the company's crazy girl and the company's cross-dresser. That was exciting.

No one realises I'm not English. They think all people from the UK speak weird like I do.