After looking at the various options, and deciding to eschew the food-court, we sat down at the rather trendy (but deserted!) Atlantic Bar, and had a glass of wine and a sandwich to put us on until our flight.

After boarding our flight to back to Phoenix, we had a bitter-sweet moment as we queued to take off from JFK, looking out over the runway to see the Hudson river, I realised that the last time I'd departed from JFK (and, indeed, Terminal 7) had been on that venerable old bird, Concorde, sadly, now passed into history (and ignomy as a museum exhibit!), and poor Willard will never get to feel the thrill as his furry backside attempts to overtake the rest of his body as "the Rocket" took off with full afterburners. A real shame, as a flight on Concorde would have been a classic "Willard" experience, Mach 2, Dom Perignon, Caviar and all! Anyway, on this flight we will have to make do with more pedestrian transportation, and Willard will have to content himself with tales of past glories from me.

After an abortive attempt to standby onto the earlier Las Vegas flight, we tracked back up the A concourse at Phoenix and went up to the US Airways Club. Willard apologises for the shaky nature of the flight, and puts it down to the large number of glasses of red wine consumed by his photographer on the previous flight (Hic!)

After a trouble free admission to the lounge, Willard surveys the well stocked bar in the lounge, but eventually decides to steer clear in order to ensure that subsequent pictures are sharp/right way up/ taken in the correct direction......

After a slightly more brusque check-in on this second visit to Planet Hollywood (hence, no picture) Willard surveys his upgraded room. The same choice as last time, a larger room with no view, or a strip view. Willard is pleased to see that this room is, in fact, pretty much the same size as the previous one, and does, as you can see have (sort of) a strip view. Certainly not bad for the bargain-basement price paid.