Hi guys. I’m currently corresponding from an internet cafe type thing 10p a minute at Heathrow.
Yes, your friendly neighbourhood Cockney Sparrow got through check in (did it yesterday online) and bag drop (fast drop) with a breathtaking ease not normally seen on a normal day.
I even got through security pretty quickly cos I was singled out to do some new Body Scan thing. It may have scrambled my insides but I jumped the queue! I had to take my shoes off, which woulda been ok but I’m wearing converse baseball shoes and it took some doing.
Nice and humiliating to show everyone my sanitary towels but fuck you I don’t care. They let me take my Midol through and so that may be ok.
Surviving without iPod by humming Not Guilty by George Harrison to meself loudly. Don’t give a shit what people think.
Had chicken & bacon salad at Wetherspoons on airside with a nice cold Jamesons although the bloke looked at me weirdly. So what if it’s not midday yet? Like I fucking care. Can’t buy duty free whiskey cos I can’t TAKE IT ON THE FUCKING PLANE!
What else? Don’t know. Don’t care. Want to get to Detroit now. Movies on board better be good.
I’m really fucking lucky when you think about it. Somebody Up There Likes Me. Just wish I knew why.