I hate to be the sort of person that does this, but I’m currently corresponding from a little business class perch on the tarmac at Heathrow. I’ve got a booth like one of those American films set in a dreadful office, only this time it’s great that I’ve got little walls and a door that separate me from the rest of the riff-raff.

I’ve got a strategy for the flight – it’s a very long haul trip, and my plan is to try and not sleep so that I’m really tired when I get there and sleep a proper night’s sleep. It’s faintly masochistic and I’m not sure that I’ll actually manage it, but I’ve got a lot of time and a nice long list of films to watch.