So, Willard is on his way to his friend (and fellow frequent flying mascot!) Sheep's birthday party! He spends the night before in the Sheraton Skyline at Heathrow Airport, testing out their new club lounge - as always, taking advantage of the wireless network to keep a keen eye on his website.

Of course, world cup fever has set in in the Sports Bar, just like everywhere else, still it's a good place for a beer before the long trek into London tommorow.

Willard finds himself being taken into London on the Heathrow Express. The quickest (and, arguably, most expensive) way of getting into London from Heathrow Airport. Sadly, Pat is suffering from the after effects of a nasty fall in a Restaurant we visited a few days ago, but at least Willard has somewhere to perch. However, something is wrong, WIllard looks around a realises this is not quite the refined environment he's used to.....

Ahhhh, that's more like it - Willard's discerning nose can sniff out a First Class seat from a mile away - and once he's found it, he knows that the only rightful place for him is there!

And whilst Pat gets ready for the evening, Willard and I pop down to the Palm Court Bar (we're staying at the Sheraton Park Lane this time, though, as we will see, it looks like we might have got a better upgrade if we had stayed at the Le Meridien!). The refined choice of entertainment seems somehow appropriate for the style of evening we are expecting - har-pist!