Friday night at Heathrow

Heathrow on a Friday night is as calm as I've ever seen it. Except maybe that time I flew back to Sweden on Boxing Day. There were carols by the Clinique stand. No carols tonight, only Beyonce shaking her assets in Dixons.

There was a South African Airlines fast track in security. I asked the attendant why, and held him up, thus making it into a not-so-fast track. "From now on it's all South Africa" I think he said, finally. The unusually thorough body search at the end of the fast track told another story, however. One smelling of knives and guns - but that's probably just my superstitions talking.

Right, boarding time, apparently - a whopping hour and a half before departure. Hmmm... I paid 5 quid for an hour's Internet on this wi-fi thing. Maybe I'll be back at the gate. But first, I need to go buy a creme egg. For England!