Tom phoned out of the old year (5pm 31/12/04 Arizona) into the new (12.30am
1/1/05 Scotland) which was clever but of course we were out drinking whisky.
According to the answering machine, the storms had blown out and away and
he'd had a couple of days of marvellous weather through red desert and
matching mountains all dotted with cactus like something out of Desperate
Dan in the Beano. He camped out the old year in the Apache reservation at a
place with a shower, quite a treat it seems. Just so long as he keeps on
escaping the cactus, and the Apache. Next place down the line looks to be