Airports revisited and birds warning of an imminent apocalypse.
Airports revisited and birds warning of an imminent apocalypse. (To be confirmed). September 2016 Airports. Such fun. I always associated air travel with a certain elan, in a 60's James Bond kind of way. Ladies in large Sophia Lauren sunglasses and impeccable manners. Greying gentlemen smelling of Vetiver and pipe tobacco, carrying a little valise of essentials.....perhaps a misunderstood spy or two. Of course, but of course, the reality is somewhat different. A loud scratching PA system streams an incomprehensible array of white noise at a sweaty, post euphoric crowd, comprising many young folk of all genders and sensibilities, with incredibly symmetric eyebrows. Some are dressed to impress, and it is impressive that some have managed to get dressed. Many, encouraged by the shrill background noise are also shouting loudly. Some have no fear of germs and such like and are sitting, lying eating, and sleeping on a floor laid when marble was cheap. The little canteen is making en...