Denied!

Dateline, Saturday September 24th

Leaving London on a Saturday morning bound for bonny Glaysga, I head to Victoria station to catch the Gatwick Express. The name itself 'Gatwick Express' an expression of the glamourous jet set lifestyle I lead.

In the distance I spot a distinct sign. Be still my beating heart. Not only could I be enjoying light, yet deadly, deep fried confectionary....I can take some home to share the 'crack of doughnuts' with the missus.

But for some reason, at 9am on a Saturday, the Krispy Kreme was not open. Not only that, but no signs of life or information about when they would open. The bagel I did buy was NOT an adequate substitute.

Ah well, I consoled my self by buying Series 5 box-sets of both West Wing and Sopranos in the tax-free HMV in Gatwick.