Got into London Heathrow at about 11:30am, absolutely knackered and disorientated.  Hate Heathrow, it's too big and you feel like cattle mooing around with people in your way.  The English staff here never seem to smile and there's just a negative vibe about it.  Get through immigration quickly only to find that my luggage isn't on the carousel.  Talk to the lady at the American Airlines place and get spoken down to by what could only be described as a School Mistress who tells me quite matter of factly that I may not see my luggage for a couple of days.  Oh, and I now have thirty minutes to clear through security two terminals away and get my flight to Dublin....  I think on the run to terminal one I muttered every bloody swear word I knew and made some up as well.   Make the flight and see Mike, Def Leps day to day manager getting on after just getting in from the States.  He looks knackered too.  By this time I've been awake 29 hours straight.  Get into Dublin and clear immigration and wait with Mike downstairs to get his luggage and low and behold I see one of my three bags going round and then the other two....seems they got them over on another flight. 

Malvin picked up up at the airport and headed over to Joes house where the band had just finished up rehearsing.  See the bands techs...... fab fellas and get something to eat.  Ended up just wanting to get a shower and relax a while before hitting the hay early..... ROUGH, ROUGH ROUGH couple of days.  Fly anyone but American Airlines folks, they couldn't organize a piss up in a brewery!