As I write this, it’s 2:25am on a brisk Thursday morning, and all the while every creature on the earth is stirring if the noise is anything to be believed. I’ve even got to the point where I think the cleaner man is enjoying going up and down the check-out where everyone is trying to sleep, just because he’s stuck on the crappy night shift.

I’ve had to reside myself to the fact that there is not going to be much sleep between now and the now agonising flight out to the forbidden planet, or whereever it is, I’ve forgotten at this point. I suppose it comes from a combination of sleep depravation which has all sorts of funny side effects which come into play at some point, like getting twitchy and hearing more voices than usual.

To combat this, I’ve taken refuge in the Costa Coffee place next to the building site they seem to have errected in the middle of the check-in area, which is kind of daft considering it also appears the workmen are enjoying themselves at this time of the day too.

It was also interesting to chat to a couple of the airport staff, as they brought up the issue of liquids still being disallowed on all flights, in case we have the thoughts “I can’t take any more, goodbye cruel world!!” and detonate the handy liquid bomb we just happened to carry at the time.

Millions of pounds they say it costs, and it will never be changed owing to the fact that the shoe bomber of yesteryear, Richard Reed’s own device was clear liquid, and was not really distingishable from water. Eep. This does kind of beg the question: Would these measures really stop someone who was determined, seeing as it was easy to mix in with something else?

Of course time will tell on that score.

Ah well, those matters are for another time, for now, let’s keep back the wave of tiredness with an overpriced and under tasty coffee drink. Take it easy campers, and sweet dreams.