Finally the day of departure arrives and I get to Heathrow with plenty of time to spare for my flight to Hong Kong. I've always wanted to visit the last outpost of Empire, I would have preferred to see it pre 1997, but this is the first opportunity I have had to spend a few days here.
Airports are now just a way to sell you more shite you just don't need and it's almost impossible to escape the cocktail of multiple perfumes as you walk through to your departure gate. It's a force feeding of the nasal passage , to try and make you buy the must have aftershave or perfume of the day. And I've only just go through security ..... Long haul flights are something I have come to loath, I love the excitement that lays at the end , but the process has zero glamour, despite the best efforts of the advertising industry; it's an awful experience.
The answer, large gin & tonic and a sleeping pill 😎
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