Apocalyptic Airports

I am writing this from the discomfort of an airport in the early hours of arse o’clock.  It never ceases to amaze me how god fucking awful and depressing airports are, that shiteness literally trebles when you are travelling alone. 

Surrounded by shuffling zombies, none of them rushing but all in a bigger hurry and slightly more important than the next. 

The trendyness of the 21st century traveller is infuriating.  When I was a kid I envisioned airports being full of men in suits and bearded hippies.  Nowadays its trendy people with their trendy haircuts and their trendy clothes making calls on their iphones whilst listening to their ipods whilst mulling over the fact that they don’t have any i-personality. 

You never see children reading anymore.  They sit at the airport playing on little boxes of light and sound shooting fictional aliens from outer space in the face.  If they do read it’s because they are part of a family of four and there name is Tarquin or something modern like Apple or fucking strawberry and their dad wears suede shoes with no socks and their mum went to an all girls school and wears floral print dresses.

The fact that air travel has been common place for so many years yet people still are thoroughly unprepared. Shorts and sandels may well work fine in a tropical climate but in a pressurized air cabin thousands of feet in the sky will inevitably make you feel cold. 

I guess what I am trying to stay is that within the confines of an airport you will come face to face with the fact that the human race is utterly stupid, as there are so many examples around you that you wouldn’t be able to ignore, even if you are an ostrich.

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