Thursday, October 06, 2005

No one touched my balls

I stood on an airport concourse for fifteen minutes with my wife and baby daughter the other day so we could queue to be photographed for use between the landing gate and baggage collection: a distance which would be a hundred yards in any well-designed airport (about half a mile at Gatwick, then). Then I had to report a lost bag and was whisked back airside with only my printed ticket email for identification. Hmm. Still, if I ever get to go to a football game again at least I won't have to put up with this indignity.

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