09.19
Red Carpet Club, Heathrow.
Rising at 06.30, taxi call at 07.30. Only one near-death experience en route to Heathrow, when the driver took exception to a car sitting in the overtaking lane. The ride’s lack of rhythm mirrored the driver’s state: grumpiness waiting-to-go.
Straightforward check-in & security clearance: most welcome. Terminal Three is not full, but a widespread lack of personal presence is noticeable. The man in front of me at security was not on top of his game. I looked at him and, in a glance, knew I didn’t want to be close to him: this, a direct, immediate & visceral sense that he wasn’t there. Approaching the x-ray machine, Mr. Clueless looked unable to manage his two bags. When he put these on the table, I looked at the second & knew it would fall off the table. There was no necessity in this, unless his attention didn’t extend as far as both bags. Reliably, he pushed the second bag off the table & it hit the floor – el crumpo!
From security into the terminal, where the Wandering Lost were gathering, and onto the Red Carpet Club. And Mr. Clueless is also a member here. Arriving in the RCC, there was a kind of quietness that I associate with Heathrow on the day of the Libyan bombing in 1987 & recognise as a certain kind of attention. There is now more bustle, plus the loud clearing of throats that accompany with Travelling Boobies.
But I am a happy boy.
10.42 Pacific Time Zone (18.42 UK) UA935 Somewhere In The Skies.
The in-seat charger is maintaining power supply to this laptop, so I’m in gear. The three people in the middle aisle next to me have been sneezing & coughing sufficiently to persuade me that various stages of Devil Bug are within their personal presences.
11.55 The person on my immediate aisle left continues to cough. He is not, however, a booby. He is sick. He is also close to me and not sufficiently well-educated to cover his mouth when expectorating into the cabin atmosphere.
Why not? is a question asked by fools.
21.25 Hotel Acceptable And I Am A Happy Boy, Seattle.
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"Answers will come through the guitar."
