After being blown out of Los Angeles on points (or lack thereof) America's gallant answer to Pink Floyd's brilliant metaphor of British Power(lessness) will not be seen flying over Battersea station anytime soon.
Instead, she's floating north to have a go at the boys at the Way-Gay Boliche El Presidio Real de San Francisco.
This curiously named sports spot used to be a military installation until all the boys left in 1989.
It became a national historic landmark in 1962.
Now 'tis a fine park and the boys come back every night to bowl at the 10 lane alley provided just for their amusement, where she has been offered a job as number 11, that is, if she can get up and walk away after the balls stop rolling without the assistance of the gantry crane aboard the USS Clusterf**k, close to her, well, behind her actually.. .