Queues are for proles

Friday, 25th May 2007

I'm writing this at Heathrow thanks to the wonders of technology. A few moments ago I was standing in the 'fast' (yeah, right!) bag drop queue when a chap greeted me by name, with the air of a long lost friend.

I have a good memory for faces and names and was certain I had never set eyes on him before. It turns out that he has read articles by me, and recognised me.

'What are you doing here?', he asked. Hmmm. Bag drop queue. Heathrow. It's a tough one to work out.

'I wouldn't have expected to see you in a queue', he remarked.

If only. Punditry has many privileges. But avoiding queues isn't one of them!

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