Wednesday, October 8

Logan Airport

Not everyone knows that Boston's airport was named after Johnny Logan, who of course won the Eurovision Song Contest twice (in your face Celine Dion).

I'm heading to England today.

I was surprised in these times of terrorism that IS is still allowed to maintain it's Duty Free Shops.

I don't know, one minute they're creating an Islamist State in South East Syria. You turnaround and there they are selling you an over-priced pen.

Next stop for me was the BA Business Lounge. In Boston this means a walk of shame down a smelly corridor past the Lufthansa Lounge.

Their Wi-Fi password this month? singapore.

Blaring out on CNN is the usual mish-mash of news surrounding international terrorism, airplane-spread Ebola, and a fluff piece on Ryan Reynolds.

Even I set limits on how many times I go up and grab a saucer full of free snacks, so I head back down the corridor.

By the elevator is this exit door.

Did they put up enough signs?

Soon it was time to board my day-time flight to Heathrow.

The configuration in Business is a 'top and tail', so until they bring the dividers up you are facing someone. In my case a miserable lesbian. Her mantra during the whole flight was, "I don't want anything to eat". Interestingly she watched Chef on the in-flight movie.

For the 2nd time running at Heathrow the Fast-Track lane was not fast, because they only had 2 counters open. This time I chose not to huff and puff because the aforementioned lesbian was doing enough for the both of us.

After picking up my bags I headed for the unreasonably priced Heathrow Express. Only $34 for a 15 minute ride ... it's more expensive than Kings Cross (boom boom).

I half expected zombies to come out – the place was so empty. At Paddington I did my usual Marks and Spencer run. You don't understand the beauty of a sandwich in a triangular carton until you live in a place without them.

My hotel is in Kings Cross. As you can imagine it's a junkie's delight. As I checked in 'Kiss On My List' by Hall and Oates was playing. It will be days before I erase this from my brain.

Up in my < 100 sq' room I opened my suitcase to discover the jar of peach jam I had smuggled into the country had indeed smashed, leaving my underwear a wonderful peachy-glass mess.

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