Hello from an internet cafe on the Italian Riviera - where I am sitting, jumper on, cold, as it pours rain and the sky rolls with thunder
Anyway, Dublin airport this bank holiday weekend.
I've never come across worse.
I arrived into terminal 2 on Friday morning at 8:25 for an 11 flight - which I ended up running for.
I was queuing to check in for 55 minutes, then twenty to get past the first security/boarding pass point.
Then nearly half an hour to get through the scanners.
Then, it was chaotic trying to get my breakfast - which I ended up having to simply walk away from.
I RAN through the cosmetics' hall, grabbing the bare necessities.
It's the first time since it started that I didn't avail of shop and collect: I simply didn't have the time.
I spent a quarter of what I usually do (that'll concern all yee heterosexual men reading this greatly).
I ended up boarding without the paper, Phoenix or Private Eye.
It was such a zoo.