Robert Fripp's Diary

Red Carpet Club Terminal Three

10.48

Red Carpet Club, Terminal Three, Heathrow.

Yow! The longest queue for security that I have experienced in England. New security measures are in place and, for the first time, laptops are being individually screened. Regrettably for me as I am carrying two and, while in the security line, the 15” Apple fell & went El Crumpo! on the hard Terminal Three floor. The US has long security lines but is ahead of the UK in processing power. But, what is it to be English if not to know the culture of the queue?

Another first: checking-in at United on a screen, and then to bag drop. Technology is developing to offset the increasing difficulties & delays of air travel. There is already a way to travel more easily: fly Business & First Class. For working players, if you don’t have miles you accept the culture of the queue.

22.08  The Basement, Chateau Belewbeloid.

A 747-400 to Washington. This is unusual: the 777 is the aircraft on most United flights. I prefer the Jumbo, a defining classic, providing it has modern kit. Today’s 747 was a little in between: watching dud movies on a cabin screen holds little appeal. I’d rather have a variety of dud movies available on a small personal screen, and then choose the route map.

Dulles still had some snow, but all is go. A straightforward connection to Nashville on a little farty-plane. Grocery shopping en route & a catching-up with Ade upon arriving at The (recently decorated and vibrantly-coloured) Basement. Usually, when I arrive the dribbling makes conversation, even social contact, impossible. Today, I journeyed with a re-vibrated traveling psyche & arrived with sufficient wit to use sentences where paragraphs were needed.

Declaration: I have arrived, a Man With A Mission - to get Fripp & Adrian on the road this autumn! Ade is well up for this.

Now,unpacking to a sufficiency, and the El Crumpoed computer unworking.

Dribble.