Mercedes for us. I got in first. Cheung followed.

'Driver, can we please go via –' He gestured at me.

'Golders Green.'

'No problem, sir.'

As the car moved off, Cheung took out a Palm Vx and made a note before slipping it back into his jacket pocket. Then he yawned. He undid the top button of his shirt and sat back.

'When did you get in?' he asked.

'This morning.'

'I got in on Monday. The third day is often the worst, isn't it? I take melatonin but it doesn't seem to work as well as it used to.'

'My wife forbids me to take it. She's a dentist. She says it interferes with too many important chemical processes in the brain.'

Cheung looked interested.

'My Dad says the only known cure for jet lag is tiger-penisecosystems and there is very little grass; it’s mostly clear sand. We are also getting professional studies done to ensure that nothing is impacted.”

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About Timothy Roberts

Timothy had his first venture into Journalism just months after graduating from Queen’s College in Nassau taking his first job with The Tribune in 1991 leaving in 1992 for other pursuits.

During his time in Nassau he diversified his experiences working as a warehouse manager, locksmith and computer technician before returning to Abaco, a place he has always considered home, in 1999.

He joined the staff of The Abaconian in 2001 doing graphic design and writing an opinion article called Generally Speaking and after a brief time away, returned to The Abaconian in 2010 as a reporter, graphic designer and computer technician.