I'm not even supposed to be here today!

Right now, I should be drinking German beer from gigantic mugs. I should be singing along to oom-pah music and dancing on tables. I should be admiring the ladies in their fancy dresses. I should be at Oktoberfest, dammit!!

Instead, I'm still in London.

What happened?

On Thursday afternoon I turned up at Heathrow Terminal 5, checked in my bags and made it through security in record time. Then waited for my gate number to appear on the board. And waited. And waited. Then waited. Eventually it came - but not what I was expecting: 'Enquire Airline'. This doesn't look good.

As it turns out, at 4pm a massive computer glitch shut down air traffic control throughout England. The knock-on effect being that all flights in and out of the country were cancelled - including mine.

After meeting up with Ben and realising we weren't going to make it there any time soon, and considering how much our tickets cost versus the amount of time we'd be there, we decided to cancel the tickets and take the refund. Oktoberfest will have to wait for next year.

I'm not sure if it's karma, fate or a curse, but this trip was just not supposed to happen. First, Margaret didn't receive her passport in time to come, then Lee had to pull out, before finally Ben and I were thwarted at the last minute.

The worst part is I was supposed to be meeting someone over there...