As any UK political blogger with an ounce of credibility is priming their keyboard to go into General Election Overdrive, Ms O'Neill and myself are (Volcanos Willing) off soon for a couple of weeks in Jordan and (Israeli Defence Force Willing) Jerusalem.
It's a trip planned for a long time (basically since we visited Israel as 2 wide-eyed and bushy-tailed backpackers many moons ago); I perhaps should have paid more attention to the dates she pushed past (suspiciously quickly!) me six months ago.
You're not to worry though, I'll be back to vote and pontificate in time for 6th May.
Re the title of the post, not sure why, but ever since the continent became cut off on Thursday, I can't get that line of the old Chelsea song out of my mind... thanks to some excellent forward thinking (not by me you'll not be surprised to discover) our starting point will be a bit further east than Larne Harbour.