Am writing this in the BA posh lounge at Bristol airport. Cool, eh? It has free drinks and internet access that is unbelievably fast - so fast that you don't have to go and make a cup of tea while a page loads. In fact, you don't have to make a cup of tea at all because somebody else makes the tea for you. And brings it to you. And smiles at you, like you're important. Which I'm not. And I only get to sit in these places when there's been some sort of mistake.
Anyway, I'm on my way up to Newcastle, for work. Will need to dash for the gate in a second. Bristol airport has quite a cool bookshop (even though it's WH Smith). By cool, I mean it sells some books that don't have big gold letters on the front. I bought Michael Moore's "Dude Where's My Country?" because it's only available in hardback in normal shops, but this is a "travellers" edition.
Airports are quite scary these days - even cute, rural ones like Bristol. But I'm puzzled by the variety of security measures in operation around the country. Here they take a pic of you as you go through your baggage check with one of those webcam thingummies. This seems like a good idea. But they don't do it at Cardiff airport. And they don't do it at Newcastle. Why? You would have thought these things would be standardised.
Anyway, got to go. More later, hopefully.
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