Ruminations on Russia

Heathrow Terminal 1 has been retro-designed to move the frustration coefficient as close to a maximum as is possible. It starts with bag drop, a misnomer. It takes longer to drop the bag than it used to check-in, compounded by waiting for a Cyrillic illterate check whether my visa is in date.

The next queue is for security and today was being organised (sic) by a recent arrival from the Indian sub-continent. Next queue: newspaper, chewing gum and water. And then we queued to take off.

Domodedovo, by contrast, had one 5 minute queue for passport control, a 5 minute wait for luggage and THOUSANDS of people moving very slowly and wearing short skirts.

As an aside, Britain's contribution to Russia since the 'collapse' is fat women wearing midriff-bearing tops. Please stop it, I'm tired and cranky.