0730 in’t mornin and the phone drives away the last vestiges of sleep.
It’s the office, can allatsea go to Vlissingen East and look interested and that sort of thing?
Yes, when? Now they say.
Closest and easiest airport to use is London City. Use it frequently, it’s busy but good. Few numpty holiday makers use it and pax are generally focussed, sharp and expeditious at travelling. A joy…almost.
Sadly LCY lost its way this week, outbound on Tuesday and inbound on Wednesday.
Tuesday an automatic and un-verified fire alarm caused a mass evacuation (just as allatsea had put his bag on the security belt….seethe) that caused hassle, delay and general hatred at the ineptness of the tickbox management incident plan and signal lack of fire, smoke, heat, smell, explosion or sparks. Even the fire brigade (which turned up en-masse ) looked cheesed with it all, they turned round and left less than 2 minutes of arriving. Those that appeared to be directing operations looked hopelessly out of their depth and confused. Deep effing JOY!!!
The following day coming back, the small SAAB 340 from Rotterdam was forced to ‘Hold’ for 15 minutes because there was no parking available on the apron, then after landing they had to find a tug to push the hairyplane into its parking position and then once off, there was a 100 metre queue to get to the queue for immigration. Every other metre of the queue had a notice on the wall warning us vicious passengers that ‘abuse’ would not be tolerated. Well LCY, what about the ABUSE and maltreatment you were dishing out to your customers? Why do you tolerate that? We’ll never know ……sigh and shrug and huff and that. All in all LCY, NIL Points.
Anyway, as a way of self appeasement and soul curing (ahem), allatsea ritt a luvverly poem.
It will cleanse even the meanest, angriest streak in all readers.
London City Airport
You are crap and shit
I’m writing my Christmas card list
You are not on it.