Joy and pain

I've just found out there's a possible press trip to the States in a couple of weeks. Oh the joy of finally getting a sniff at a good freebie. And where might this little jaunt be taking place? Baton Rouge, Louisiana. You know, just up the road from what used to be New Orleans before Hurricane Katrina blew into town! The place where looting and gang warfare has just reached a point where the goverment has OK'd a shoot-to-kill policy.

Am I insane to even think of going on that?!? I'll have to tell my mum it's a trip to New York - if she's worried about me sitting with the Millwall fans then this won't be something she wants to hear about.

Anyway, nothing's sorted yet. These things have a habit of falling through.