Swimming With The Fishes

There used to be a Radio 2 Breakfast Show broadcaster called Ray More.  This is going back to the golden age of the wonderful 80s.  He always used to refer to Gatwick Airport at Gateport Airwick.  This is something that has always stuck with me, even all these years later.   My first dilemma was to actually get to said Gateport Airwick.  As my plane was scheduled for a 10.00am take off it would mean literally catching the first tube.  To get to the tube station I would have to get the night bus.  Then once at London Bridge, catch a train.  All I needed was a boat thrown in there and I would have had the lot!  I decided about 10 days ago that as I seem to be spending money hand over first at the moment (that will become apparent readers in a few weeks time) I may as well get a cab to the Airport.  That way, my holiday can start the minute the cab arrives.  Coupled ...

It has been over two long years since I last escaped this country.  You may recall that I returned home from my trip to Singapore and Australia in 2020 then BoJo locked us all up for the best part of two years.  I don't know about you, but it feels as if my life has been put on pause all this time.  Granted, we did have the opportunity to travel but I felt that I would have had to jump through so many hoops, be tested for this that and the other and then probably catch Covid before I even got the airport. So I didn't bother.  Now I am ready to go again but are now competing with airlines and airports who cannot cope with the numbers of people travelling and plus the threat of a tube and train strike whilst I am away.  It really does feel that the country is being dragged, screaming and kicking to hell and back.  Still it could be worse, I could be on a one-way trip to Rwanda courtesy of Pritti Patel! I decided th...