01 August 2007

Watching Your Own

Returning to London to get SWMBO and CC#1 via Domodedovo. Firstly huge
kudos to East Line for DME, it is really a first class airport these days
(well compared to everywhere else), once you have checked in (albeit avoid
Sector B if you can). Time between checking in and having a beer in my
hand must have been at least 7 minutes. Of which, 3 minutes was waiting
for a beer and 2 minutes in passport control. Not sure if the whizzy
security machine is of any use (in my previous incarnation I looked at a
number of these technologies - let's just say there is probably a reason
that they are not used in London or New York).

None of which is pertinent to the subject of this story. The coffee shop
at DME gives an excellent view of the businessmen leaving the BA lounge,
which given the time of year are all British (or American) as the
biznessmen are now safely ensconsed with the tall and beautiful who have
been topping up their tans for a month already.

And what a strange lot we are. Guys, it was 25 degrees in Moscow today - a
worsted wool suit with tie in a shirt whose neck size might have been
appropriate when you were 18. Pasty and with an unhealthy addiction to
crackberries.

They actually made Russian youth look healthy.

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01 August 2007

Watching Your Own

Returning to London to get SWMBO and CC#1 via Domodedovo. Firstly huge
kudos to East Line for DME, it is really a first class airport these days
(well compared to everywhere else), once you have checked in (albeit avoid
Sector B if you can). Time between checking in and having a beer in my
hand must have been at least 7 minutes. Of which, 3 minutes was waiting
for a beer and 2 minutes in passport control. Not sure if the whizzy
security machine is of any use (in my previous incarnation I looked at a
number of these technologies - let's just say there is probably a reason
that they are not used in London or New York).

None of which is pertinent to the subject of this story. The coffee shop
at DME gives an excellent view of the businessmen leaving the BA lounge,
which given the time of year are all British (or American) as the
biznessmen are now safely ensconsed with the tall and beautiful who have
been topping up their tans for a month already.

And what a strange lot we are. Guys, it was 25 degrees in Moscow today - a
worsted wool suit with tie in a shirt whose neck size might have been
appropriate when you were 18. Pasty and with an unhealthy addiction to
crackberries.

They actually made Russian youth look healthy.

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