... the van is loaded - with SF merchandise and Diverse Paul's all-new, previously unseen, really-quite-radical forced-induction beastie - the bags are packed, the Collins pocket English-German dictionary is in my jacket and there's just a quick jaunt to the post office to get some Euros, then we're on our way to Fighterama!
Oh, hang on a mo, where's my passport...
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