Well, this is it. I’m sat in a pub in Heathrow, guzzling down a bottle of Staropramen. It was a late-ish night last night and a very early morning today, and I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about the whole situation. In about 12 hours I’ll be in Seoul. Am I excited? Aye. Nervous? Just a wee bit. Mostly I just feel like I’m getting on with it. When the heck did I grow up?!

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