Some blogs get you the news from wizards of Wall Street, or the war-torn back alleys of
Baghdad. But here at Coffee House we aim to capture a more, well, English experience: news and views from the gates of Gatwick Airport.
I’m stuck here, watching the diligent but lonely tractors fight against a mass of snow. Several inches of snow blighted London yesterday, while icy winds made matters worse.
Many flights have been cancelled and disappointed holiday-makers have had their Christmas plans put on ice – literally. Everywhere in the airport’s soulless halls, amidst tacky tax-free offerings, you hear the same thing: why are the airport operators perennially unprepared for what more and more looks like an annual occurrence? When the snow has been cleared the crews have gone home. When the crews are in place the buses are gone.
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