Well some of you might be wondering why on my Twitter it was clear that I went to Windsor on Wednesday. I'm not going to tell you. I just feel like keeping you on tenterhooks.
What I do want to mention though is that I flew in and out of Terminal 5. How deeply concerning that was. I HATE the iris scanning system they have there now, and the white sterile environment makes you feel, as officials bark orders at you to take off your shoes, jackets and belts, that you are probably a criminal before you even begin. Protection of the country and all that, but really - is this all necessary?
When I got through the stringent security, having been frisked but an enormous security guard, I found millions of multi-national shops, a branch of Harrods bigger than Harrods itself, and an HMV that had only a small selection of CDs, as there was a download centre in the corner.  Fair enough, but some of us LIKE buying the real CD, and having the physical disk.
Really, we are becoming too de-localised. What would Sophocles make of this? What comment would Euripides make on our depersonalised society with its worrying deterioration of friendliness?
At least I got a soggy salad on the plane... good old BA. They made up for the lack of tea with the Queen, who sadly wasn't in when I called.

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