Julian, Julian, Julian...

So we haven't even left yet and already we've knocked out three blog entries. Impressive.

If you haven't already guessed by the title, this one's in honour of Julian, who at this minute will be psyching himself up for the three hour tube and bus ride to Bristol City Centre. There he'll collect a package from an unknown man in a cab, walk briskly to the bus station and take a bus directly to Heathrow, from where he'll promptly leave the country.

It sounds like a classic Swift Centre drugs deal, desperately coordinated by Julian in a last ditch attempt to raise the funds required to launch his Plaistow based ivory trading business in Nairobi. And, were it not for the inevitable conclusions that will be drawn about Julian's organisational skills by readers following this passage, we might not put it past him.

However, reality beckons. The story begins in Framlingham, with Section 2.8 of the Swift Centre's Guide to Good Camping, which reads: "in order to fulfill a young officer's duties at Camp, a young officer must gain entry and be served at the public houses local to camp." Julian, never one to shirk his responsiblities as a Camp Officer, made sure he had his passport safely packed, and safely tucked in his back pocket on the way to said public houses. Then it was placed safely in the back of Simon's car where it safely remains now.

Problem being that Simon went back to Bristol to work and the passport went with him - something that wasn't noted until today, the day before we fly. An £186 quote from the courier for a same day delivery of the item had us quickly booking him on the Megabus and fingers crossed, we'll see him passport and all in Terminal 5 tomorrow!