Please mind the gap between the train and the platform
London ‘07, part II
So nice to relax for five days in London; catching up with friends without doing one bit of sightseeing.
Amanda’s 24th at B@1 - the bar with six-hour long, 2-for-1 cocktail Happy Hours. Brilliant.
Then to the place with the greatest playlist I’ve ever heard at a nightclub - Metro.
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From London I caught the 6:30am flight back to Stockholm. Unfortunately 6:30am was the only 1p Ryanair flight I could find (of course I’ll do anything for a 1p flight…).
And apparently I’m not the only one.
I arrived at Stansted Airport just after midnight, ready to settle down on a nice comfy chair for the next six hours. Only, there weren’t any chairs left.
In fact, there was nowhere to sit at all. Anything resembling a chair or bench had been taken up by a homeless backpacker using Stansted as their free accommodation while they waited for their cheap flight to their next hostel.
I couldn’t believe the sight, there were literally hundreds of people sleeping on chairs, on the floor, at the check-in desks, anywhere there was room.
Next time I think I’ll just pay an extra 15 pounds for a flight at a convenient hour…
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In my farewell email, when I left the Government, I wrote:
“I’ve accepted an exciting position at IKEA; I’ll be a chauffer, driving a silver-grey Volvo for my new blonde-haired, meatball-loving, boss Sven Johansson.”
Amazingly, several people believed me.
Is this a sign?
