Before Bosley

Got to Seattle after waking up with a combination of lag hangover. The flight was to say the least a bit heavy... There was a mad Russian guy who was drunk demanding more beer from the stewardesses, playing one against the other, I thought he was going to threaten to chop their hands off. McCloud was waiting for him in Calgary. Game over.

I kept myself awake as much as I wanted to sleep, to be right for the next day. Bright and early the next morning, I got ready to search for the Man U game that kicked off at 09.30 American time. I was staying next door to Eddington's on 2nd Ave, which was tipped to show any requested sport on one of their many screens.

W2N2- I was told you might show the foot... soccer here.
BT- Yeah sure, Premiership? Let me check the channels for you, just a second, there you go. My names Joe. Can I get you as drink? Are you new in the neighbourhood?

I didn't get far did I? We chatted, I ordered. Then the strangest of adverts came on, welcome to America.

W2N2- Eggs Brenda please and a coffee.

The breakfast was a cross between egg Fiorentina and Benedict. It arrived and was not shy with it's presence as it sat tight on a 14 inch plate. Who the f*ck was Brenda I wondered? Maybe the name's anagrammatic? Benedict Fiorentina, I hope not!