Not only does British Air offer free espresso (and stronger beverages, no doubt) in its lounge, they have (free) Internet access as well. Oh joy.
The film festival group bringing my mother and me over to Italy had at first offered just one 1st Class ticket and one coach but they upgraded the lower ticket earlier this week which relieved me no end: the thought of my poor 85-year-old mama suffering in a cramped little coach seat would have taken some of the enjoyment out of my own flight. Fortunately, she can now join me in the front of the plane.
Airport security is as ridiculous as I remember it – frisking a white-haired lady in a wheelchair while her own disreputable looking son passes through unremarked upon doesn’t make sense to me but then, I don’t believe any of this nonsense is meant for anything but show. When Rep. Charles Dingall crowed about his artificial hip setting off an alarm and generating a pat-down some years ago he said it was a sign that airport security post 9/11 was working. I thought it was a sign of the total ineffectiveness of the program and a sign of worse to come. I was right, Dingbat was wrong. Gosh.
Anyway, the flight leaves shortly and no doubt I’ll have to shut this off so I don’t interfere with the aircraft’s shielded electronics. Do you believe that’s necessary? I don’t. If business travellers’ laptops are outlawed only outlaws … oh never mind.