Houston, we've had a curry. One small heap of rice for mankind, one giant leap for a drink from Will. Well, I'm exaggerating, mine was quite weak - a classic tikka masala. Amusingly, several times my parents have ordered a curry, my Dad has got my mum Chicken Madras and told her it's really quite a mild curry, as she ploughs through it. I think the record's straight now. Nothing planned now. Maybe I should do some work. I doubt it will happen though. Maybe I could do some painting. That has slightly more chance of happening.