"The only way is UP....Yeah!"
Last week was so odd. I had to fly over to Dusseldorf on business. Not that this bothers me usually cos I love flying. Theres something so serene and beautiful about flying into clouds.
But the problem is Britain is on high terror alert currently. So flying isnt that simple nowadays. Heres my story....
Arrive at London Stansted (no where near London) airport 4 hours before flight.
Queue for 1 hour to check in where I'm issued with my plastic bag handluggage.
Queue for 1 more hour to get to departure lounge
Queue for 1 more hour to go through security. Here my secureid card is picked up by the xray scanners. Feeble looking security girl approaches me. Gives me the "is she or isnt she?" look and decided "she isnt" then waves me on. Pity really, sometimes I wish I did have the Femme Fatale, International Woman of Mystery look about me. Perhaps a big wig and big sunglasses next time?
In departure lounge head for Cafe Nero. A peppermint tea is in order to calm the nerves. I have a good view of the "runners" from my seat. It some how reminded me of Logans Run. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logans_run
Capricorn 15's. Born 2244. Enter the Carousel. This is the time of renewal.
But where was Sanctuary for the plastic bag population ?
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