BritZ in town...

It's now been quite a few years since I've seen Alan, a good friend and colleague from the days in Texas. But today he passed town with his wife Rhonda and their young son, Austen, all on their way to spend a week up in Whistler (a very delayed honeymoon).

It was good to meet up, meet the family (last time you were VERY single) and catch up on general gossip. Settled outside London, where Starbucks is not just an addiction, but also a decease, Alan just had to try out "everything" Starbucks.

I was duly impressed of how you did "drag" Austen around the North American continent this time. Hopefully, he won't be blaming his father for taking him to the U.S. when he really can't remember much from the trip... (it happened to friends of mine who went to Disneyland way too early - and then never had the chance to go back later in life).

I know you finished with a great week in Whistler. Let's make sure we meet next before the Olympics!