The Living Hell Called Heathrow

Seven o'clock in the morning and I'm in the British Airways lounge at Heathrow. At this time of the morning it reminds me more of Oxford Circus underground than a quiet area with refreshments and if you have to queue for coffee, then at least the internet kiosks are a little more available.

Simply getting into Heathrow at 6 AM was a struggle, even with a motorcycle. It's like a huge digestive system, an alimentary canal with aircraft at one end and the M4 motorway at the other. With all the European business flights leaving at around the same time, one could walk on top of the three-deep line of BMW's and Mercedes between Terminal One and the motorway junction.

Off to Nice then with a sense of Deja Vu. I haven't been to the Unisys conference centre hotel at St Paul de Vence for over two years and I'm wondering if the Agapanthus is still loose in ther garden. Customers and security experts from all over Europe are descending on the centre, so it might be interesting.

I'd have another coffee but the queue for the espresso machine goes back to the door. Best visit Costa Coffee in the main terminal area instead. It will be quicker I suspect.


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