Wednesday. A trip north. British Airways. Heathrow was unpleasantly busy but, it has to be said, Terminal 5 handled it pretty well. The only exception being the security line. The one I was in was staffed by particularly belligerent and charmless dunderheads (The God of sailors must have been looking in because within hours the heads of both BAA and BA had said publicly that most of the nonsense carried out in the name of flight security was, well, nonsense and un-necessary. I look forward to the witless oiks that make each journey so unpleasant re-joining the dole queue where they, it has to be said, belong) all of whom seemed to be making the most of their few moments of perceived power. Bullying and humiliation the order of the day…yet again……….. at BAA.
Once through and into the large and normally welcome business lounge things did not improve. Maddeningly busy with hordes of aging and ADHD blighted American tourists on their way to ‘SCUTLANDD’ filling all the seating and blocking access to the coffee machines. Ugh.
Finally onto the plane with EVERY seat occupied and most, it seemed, with robustly obese young women complete with serious tood!!! Ghastly trip up all in all.

Back down sarf that evening and fortunately a more civilized and happier experience all round. Not a lard arsed pie muncher to be seen on the journey and a very fine Shiraz available in the airport lounge. Splendid. I had to drink the entire bottle just in case it fell into the swollen mitts of one of the afore mentioned wobble jockeys. And before you start accusing me of selfish greed I defend myself on the grounds that it was more selfless altruism than may appear to be the case. Your honour.

Off to the land of unwarranted wine snobbery, unreliable domestically built cars and pointless street demonstrations tomorrow. You’ve guessed it, France. A bit of proper sailor/towmaster work to do for once. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’ve got to travel by Ryanair I’d be even keener to go.

Au revoir.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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