It has just gone 3 in the morning and I am waiting a cab to take me to the airport – my own personal hell. Not only do I fear flying, I loathe airports – especially now that they are “targets”.
The feeling is one of dehumanisation and an instilling of claustrophobia. From cavernous check in halls, one is shuttled through a series of ever shrinking tubes – having ones possessions and clothing searched, poked and probed – until you are sat next to some fat stranger in the smallest tube of all – that then leaves the ground! The whole regime is, it seems, quite insane!
And then you get a rubber egg, some processed cheeze and a cracker – or a square of chicken on longer flights – and such awful, awful coffee!
Oh, I hate this hour of morning!
