I'm flying to NYC today. Flying business with BA so what is there to complain about? Nothing and everything. I am really starting to have pre-flight blues. I try and get myself excited about the trashy films I can watch but then I also start to worry about what all the other serious people will think when I start hiccupping with tears at "The Reef" or some other CGI film (my personal faves for films). I think I could have some nice champagne but I also know it's bad for you and dries out your skin. I worry about the environmental damage I'm doing and whether carbon offsetting really does make any difference (see the article in the Guardian Money this Saturday). But mostly I think about how terribly terribly tedious and pointless the whole thing is and how all these little treats only go someway to making up for the fact that I am wasting precious hours of my life in a metal tube in the air.
This is an example of the passport held by us busy business travellers: Every one of those stamps is half an hour at immigration!
