I’m in Malta on holiday. Huzzah.
I chose a great day to leave too. Thursday.
After being woken up at 4:30AM to make it to Heathrow in time for the flight, I was less than amused to discover that some angry young men were intent on blowing up a few planes on that morning.
I checked in my hand luggage, which defenestrated the Mac-Addict readathon I had planned for the flight and got to security. A ridiculously tall American guy (who no doubt would be enjoying a 6+ Hour wait for his flight) got to enjoy a full body search before I made it through the scanners and pat-down, he seemed cheerful though and I daresay I was in good spirits myself, despite being a little tired.
All our shoes went through the X-Ray imagers (Richard Reid’s Legacy) and thankfully, since my flight had been in the air from Malta, I got to leave only half an hour behind schedule. Admittedly without anything to read.
So I’ve been here in Malta, enjoying the heat and burning myself. Years out of the sun have turned me into some sort of pale-skinned Brit. Accursed geekery! What hast thou wrought!? I hope to rectify this situation with a more active lifestyle, to be expanded upon at a later date.
Like everyone I hope to see Hezbollah disarmed and defanged in the coming weeks to months but by far the best news I’ve received has been that Sir Simon Jenkins has stopped writing for the Times leaving it with a stable of only superlative writers. The source of the ‘Jenkins rule’ (any position taken by Sir Simon will signal the alternative to be both morally correct and intelligent) is sent up in a few short paragraphs in this excellent Mary Ann Sieghart column.
I’m off to go fetch a Pear Juice from the fridge. Ah, the benefits of being in a Mediterranean country!
Later
John
Posted by John Swaine at August 14, 2006 09:54 PM