And the lag of the jet begins

Im not entirely certain that its possible to actually begin jet lag before you leave the airport but it really does feel like its setting in. Mind you I think i have only had an hour or 2 of sleep on the crap train that trundled me here like lost baggage.

So here i am on the interweb once again my lovely pravonians. £1 bought me ten minutes of blog time and a quick email check. Its 7 o'fuckingstupid'clock. Im just grumpy cuz i havent had any sleep and i have the post MiccyD's breakfast remorse. You have all done it dont you look at me with those accusing eyes. Yes i saw Biggie Size me. Shush.

Dont have a whole helluva lot of time left but i DO have 2.5 hours to kill here in Gatwick. The airport to end all airports. This is the sort of place i believe Hitchhikers Guide had in mind for the politely chatty doors and spaceships on the tarmak for a 1000 years or whatever. Its a weird world of duty free, coffee and the most uncomfortable chairs known to man. They DO realize that people end up spending a lot of time here in limbo/perguatory land dont they? A few cushy chairs wouldnt break the feckin bank.

I did a few art pieces on airports actually. Pergatory and crossroads and all that. In a place you dont want to be to go someplace else. And in this case the journey is not as important as the destination as the journey is made as uncomfortable as possible. Im passed that work now tho.

But im down to 30seconds so i reckon ill log off...

cheers

p