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from yesterday’s post regarding how to go on holiday….

You could alternatively go to bed too late the night before your
flight and then sleep straight through your alarm only to be awoken an
hour or so after you’d planned. This will naturally lead to blind
panic of the sort hitherto unknown. Clothes would be thrown on, bags
would be thrown into the car and the car would be thrown up the
motorway towards the airport. The shear agony of wondering through
desperation if there is a single hope in all of hell that you might
just be able to make it – at least to the baggage check before it
closes is an almost indescribable terror that is second to none.

The valet parking provides a tiny glimmer of hope which is sure to be
dashed when there’s no sign of a courteous, professional driver to
collect your car, in sight and this is simply compounded by the
realisation that you’re on the wrong side of the car park.

Finally reaching the bag drop with 5 minutes spare before it closes,
be warned of any relaxation – as those dreaded scales will most likely
find that your bags are overweight and you’ll either have to unpack
them in the middle on the concourse, or pay the extravagant additional
£20 per kilogram just to be allowed on board.

The likes of the low cost airlines play on this of course as its their
way of printing money. Emergency oxygen is as low as €20 a go –
probably. The trouble is, it works.


This post originally appeared here: Posterous
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