6th February 2009, 9:50
By the time we got on the plane from Heathrow to Nairobi, I’d had 4 hours sleep in 3 days. When the cat sniffed my rucksack and finally clocked what was going on, I burst into hysterical tears that lasted from closing the door on him to the tube, along the Piccadilly line and all the way to Heathrow. Alex was very good about it, he must have been utterly horrified. I passed out within minutes of having fastened my seat belt on the plane, waking suddenly as the plane built up speed to take off, wondering what the hell was going on. Then a small rush of panic hit me as I realised this was not a dream. Then I calmed down again as I remembered that this was probably, in fact, a good idea.
Burn After Reading was my selection from the in flight entertainment. I'd heard a review on Radio 1 saying it was 'too zany', which I didn't think was much of a criticism. I wanted their example of the right amount of zane. Burn After Reading is a good one for me. Although I can’t say that because I was asleep by the end and, as Alex will tell you, in my opinion, you can’t have an opinion about a film you haven’t seen entirely.
It was a crap sleep, I kept searching for a position I couldn’t achieve, but suddenly we were 45 minutes from Nairobi. My hands began to sweat.
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