With more Siberian style weather battering Britain on Friday, there was no fucking way I was taking any chances with my journey to Heathrow.
The Piccadilly line could piss off. I set off very early and swallowed the extra cost by taking the Heathrow Express from Paddington. This was no time to be stuck in Hammersmith on a broken down train in a snow storm.
The journey was as uneventful as could be humanly possible and there was not a snowdrop in sight. This meant I arrived at Heathrow absurdly early, but it goes without saying this was preferable to the obvious opposite and thus entirely stress free.
I am now sat in the brand spanking new Terminal 5 waiting for my flight. It's a pretty impressive place, not least because the other four terminals at this airport are so vile. I can't help but think, however, that something better could have been built with the money this place must have cost. For all its comfort and modern facilities, it does feel as if you're sat in the middle of a fuck off great big warehouse.
Snow is falling outside, but it's so wet that there seems to be no chance of it settling until much later. No flights are being cancelled at all. After all the worry this week, it looks like I'll be taking off on time. I think I'll have a beer...
The Piccadilly line could piss off. I set off very early and swallowed the extra cost by taking the Heathrow Express from Paddington. This was no time to be stuck in Hammersmith on a broken down train in a snow storm.
The journey was as uneventful as could be humanly possible and there was not a snowdrop in sight. This meant I arrived at Heathrow absurdly early, but it goes without saying this was preferable to the obvious opposite and thus entirely stress free.
I am now sat in the brand spanking new Terminal 5 waiting for my flight. It's a pretty impressive place, not least because the other four terminals at this airport are so vile. I can't help but think, however, that something better could have been built with the money this place must have cost. For all its comfort and modern facilities, it does feel as if you're sat in the middle of a fuck off great big warehouse.
Snow is falling outside, but it's so wet that there seems to be no chance of it settling until much later. No flights are being cancelled at all. After all the worry this week, it looks like I'll be taking off on time. I think I'll have a beer...
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