S*exually explicit material

I went to friend r*ubbergirl (whom I met on Saturday) and this here Hong Kong network I'm using popped up a "CyberPatrol" warning, so I can't do it for the time being. How odd - there must be all sorts of n*aked p*orn on r*ubbergirl's profile.

Or possibly not. I can't tell, but Big Brother reckons it's a raunchy site, and that's good enough for me. Trust the system that looks after you.

Or else.

Pete, awaiting the s*ex police to hunt him down and k*ick him out

They told me I'd be pampered...

I've got to say that Cathay Pacific has got me hooked. Every time I thought about something I needed, there was a beautiful young lady at my elbow, or as close as you can get to the elbow of someone in a window seat, anyway. I could get used to this!

As I write, we're about an hour out of Hong Kong, I've had a scrummy breakfast, watched an episode of Kath and Kim, and now I'm just rounding out the edges of my contentment.

We're over the South China Sea in a Boeing 777. Four in the morning local time and black as a something's whatsit outside. It's been a great flight and while I prefer a daylight flight so I can gaze down over waters pale and limpid or jungles dense and torpid. Or something like that. Kath and Kim brings out the inner poet in me. If not the grammatic fanatic. Let's accentuate the positives and say that I've saved the price of accomodation with a night flight.

Can't say as I slept well, but I never do on a plane anyway. I slept better than any other flight, let's leave it at that. I woke up with a jolt something past two AM when they turned on the lights and commenced breakfast.

That's Hong Kong time. I have a habit of setting my watch to destination time when I get on the plane. All this mucking about with daylight saving has provided a bit of delicious uncertainty to the process. I'm never good at this spring forward autumn back routine at the best of times and heading up over the equator on the same day that New South Wales changes over is just gilding the silly billy. Or something like that. Anyway, we're landing in half an hour. Or possibly two or three.

Let's see. Today I get to hang out in Hong Kong. In transit, so the entry form I've filled out and wedged into my passport may become an interesting souvenir.

I'd better close down now - I think we've commenced our descent. Either that or the pilot is feeling his oats.

Yes. The pilot's confirmed descent. I'll see if the cabin crew has this morning's newspaper. That'll test their service levels!