"ππ πππ πΉπππ πΈπππππ, πΆππππ½ππ πππ ππ
πππ".
I would like to take issue with Alexander Graham Bell over this statement of his.
I closed the front door, went upstairs and patiently waited for the bathroom door to open. It did not.
Plus, while I'm at it, as a co-governor of MS's 'Grumpy Old Man Club", I'd like to take issue with Mr Bell's latter-day equivalent mobile communication apparatus. This is the one that has spawned hordes of modern-day phone-hugging morons wandering the streets in what one can only assume is a perambulate form of coma that the cast members of zombie films have all been modelled on.
Why do young ladies walk around carrying two bags yet they insist on holding their mobiles in their hands at the same time? Are they all financial traders or emergency response workers so vital to the UK economy that they can't place their phone in one of their bags and await it to ring or 'ting', thus announcing the arrival of a communication from one of their fellow zombies?
There is no doubt that airports can be quite amusing places. That is apart from being told by a burly security supervisor at the x-ray gate that thanks to the only contribution Yasser Arafat ever made to society, I had to remove my belt, shoes, watch and place my AK-47 in the tray provided. Watching people going around their travel ‘business’ in airports and on board the aircraft is hilarious. There are those who are plainly not very good at it, continually checking all manner of minutiae with the other members of the party. “Do we go to the gate?”, “Have we time for a beer?”, “I MUST get a pizza”. There are those who have plainly not done it much before and like their fellow travellers to be made fully aware of the exact opposite, as they point and gesture to the monitor shouting out their destination and boarding gate at every passing opportunity to one and all around them. There are those who think they are something special – despite the fact they are travelling via bu...
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