panic! on the streets of london

[thecornlady]

My plane is leaving in approximately four hours, and instead of finishing off my packing, I thought to myself: “You know what you need to do? Not panic. And packing and panicking, they are eerily similar words.” So instead of packing, I am taking it easy. Chillin’. Updatin’ the old LJ

Comments

[baeraad]

*patspats* You'll be fine. Just as long as you survive The Most Evil Place On The Face Of The Earth, or as it is called by those deluded fools who have not yet realised its true, sinister nature, Heathrow Airport... but as long as you leg it away from there the moment you land, I'm sure you'll be fine.

Having that said, be sure to make another post once you get settled in. Just so we'll know for sure that the cockroaches weren't hungry.

No, I'm really not helping, am I? ^_^; Sorry. I'm much too panicky to be any good at helping people not to panic.

[jacobford]

Honestly, what's so bad about Heathrow? It wasn'r so bad when I went through. Rather large, yes, and therefore slightly intimidating, true, but I seem to recall having little difficulty arriving, finding my kuggage, figuring out a map, and getting out via the Underground. Had little trouble on the return too. Was it just because I was flying in from, and later out to, Dublin, therefore making it a short, easy, "domestic" flight? Do international flights fare worse? I'm quite curious. Heathrow was ok--I've had worse times at Chicago-O'Hare.

[baeraad]

*wails* It hates me and wants me to die! That's what's so bad about it! And it's not just the delays and the canceled flights and the sudden calls to gates twenty minutes away ten minutes before the plane departs from them, either! Oh no! That's not enough for Heathrow! Heathrow sets traps for me!

Aaaarrgghhhh.... aaaaarrrrgghhh... flashbacks... emotional scars... post-traumatic stress disorder...

[jacobford]

I'm trying to imagine Heathrow as a massive hungry beast, devouring the odd bits of luggage and lost travellers as it bides its time to do...something horrible. It combines my habits of imagining ordinary nonliving things as organic traps (I once pictured a hybrid of a Venus flytrap and my friend's massage chair, and now I'm kinda afraid of it) with my fear of thinking about airports (I was watching some tv show last year that had an episode set in an airport, and when I tried to imagine the flight patterns of the hundreds of planes that arrive and depart each day I got a small headache)--and, well, and, well, I'm having fun here.