Should Airports Be Fun?

I’m sat at Frankfurt airport, on one of those chair-partitioned metal benches that seemed designed to inflict maximum discomfort and etch interesting patterns deep into your backside. A few strides away my laptop is charging at one of the airport’s impressively free charge-points, and I could stand against it to continue to tap out this post…but I have something better … Read More

How I Conquered My Love Of Flying

Dear Tim, I feel incredibly foolish in saying this but…   I won’t be meeting you at the airport. That’s because I won’t be arriving on a plane. Because I suddenly can’t climb onto one.