Other than cutting my lip while shaving yesterday morning (you do stupid things at 5am), leaving me looking like I'd been in a fight, the journey to New York was pretty uneventful. The trains were fine, Heathrow was fine, the aircraft was very comfortable and the BA service excellent. It went a little pear-shaped when I hit the US, though, with the taxi driver delivering me to the wrong hotel, necessitating a second cab ride downtown to the right hotel.
I stayed up as late as I possibly could, working on my presentation, and hit the sack around 11pm US. I still woke up at around 5.30 am, but I'm within spitting distance of being on US time, which is great.
Right, off to our US office.