I had meant to post before this, but have been put off by two things: (1) British Airways has misplaced one of my bags. 24 hours later and I still have no idea of its whereabouts. (2) Thou shalt not try to room a 70-year old man with a 20-something in a fleabag hotel reeking of (take your pick). I’m now in Asia in a Holiday Inn. No one seems to know what to do with me. I know the feeling. It’s shared by all of my ex-wives.