Excursion
Needless to say, apologies for the hiatus.
I went to Manchester airport yesterday. Here’s what I learnt:
Officially the biggest airport I’ve ever been to. Which is a crap claim. I didn’t go in. Which makes it even crapper.
If I worked as a prostitute at an airport hotel I’d dress as an air hostess so I blended in.
People who work in banking look like Tory MPs or former head boys or vaguely like characters from sit-coms.
