This impression might be down to the trauma of having to clean a car windscreen on the M6 with kitchen roll after the windscreen failed as trucks scream past scant inches from me, (Lightweight I hear you cry!)
Or it could be the sheer neon of the venue in Bradford, or the opulence of the toilets.
Or the excitement of an early-hours rendezvous at a service station to hand over a "package" without attracting too mych police attention.
Or maybe it's lack of sleep and continued frustration with work.
Who knows? Anyway Two Towers day tomorrow - and if you want to know more about what really happened read
ephraim who has more style than I do at the moment (if not generally ;-)) 