Landed in foggy London town

It's been a bit hectic for me lately. After having spent a week in New York and Los Angeles (involving one too many redeyes), I'm now back on the road- this time in London. After spending about 36 hours back in Seattle and getting approximately 4 total hours of sleep, it was becoming clear that I would likely pass out as soon as head hit pillow at my airplane seat.

On a side note, I really do think British Airways is one of the best ways to fly. The lie flat beds they offer in business class actually make long flights a pleasure instead of an hassle. And the flight attendants, busting out Britishisms left and right, are second to none in their bedside manner. It's enough to make me add the word "Cheers!" to my email signature.

After the 9 hour 20 minute direct flight concluded, I was able to check into the St. Martins Lane hotel in Central London. I had been in this area before, but frankly I don't remember it being so lively. Even on a Sunday evening, the streets were crowded and the cafes were packed.

Saying this hotel is modern would be an understatement. Walking in through a tinted revolving door into beams of florescent colors, you are greeted by strange dance remixes of popular music (Open Your Eyes by The Postal Service was thumping while I entered).

The lift (elevator to all you Yanks out there) is straight out of Star Trek. When you enter, the lights dim and you see flashing lights as the floors pass by. I might as well should have said, "Main bridge", open entering.

The hallways are long and again, from the 24th century. All of the room numbers are subtly written in the carpet. Even within the room, there are several oscillation controls by which you can adjust the color of lighting. A sign reads Light Your Mood.

I'll be in town all week with press and analyst briefings. Everything will be kicking off tomorrow morning so let's hope I get adjusted quickly to Greenwich Mean Time. Cheerio, mates!