Sheds

[devi]

I flew home late last night from a galvanised iron barn hidden in pitch-black countryside somewhere outside Hamburg. There were potholes in the runway. I want to write about the weekend, with all its being driven around looking at things and going wow, but I haven't processed it all yet. mr_magicfingers said last night that his head was a shed, and I liked that because so is mine right now - a bit like the airport, in fact, with a huge jumbled pile of newly delivered impressions and sights piled up crazily just behind my eyes as little mental subroutines buzz around with forklifts trying to sort and stack them. More soon.

How are you doing?

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[skorpionuk.livejournal.com]

Was that Lübeck International airport, by chance? I know that one well... my usual route to Germany, since my parentals live(d) in the Northern parts.

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's the one. It's so wee! But I like little airports. Potholes notwithstanding.

[skorpionuk.livejournal.com]

The shed is a recent extension, I hope it becomes a more permanent fixture soon. The airport used to be MUCH smaller when they only had one flight per day to and from London; now they go elsewhere as well, I seem to recall.

The beer's really good, even if the sandwiches are not.

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

The coffee's quite yum as well! Though the plastic life-size waiter in the restaurant is kind of scary. He looks like a huge Ken doll.

[skorpionuk.livejournal.com]

I love German coffee very much. Especially with cream.
And yes he is! I don't quite remember now what he's for... holding drinks?

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

He just seemed to be holding his arms out in a "welcome, let me give you a hug" kind of way...

[randalf.livejournal.com]

On the opposite side of the scale, I wonder if you've ever been to Singapore's Changi Airport? It's a city-state within a city-state, it's so big. As well as the usual shops (of which there are many) there's also an airside-hotel (book in clumps of three hours if you're waiting on a plane), a cinema somewhere, a gym and spa, a tropical garden and all sorts of other silly stuff. It also manages to put all this into an airport that's actually rather pleasant without any of that London-airport madness you get in this country.

Who did you fly with btw? I hope you'll be watching Channel 4's Ryanair horror story this evening!

Good morning!

[wimble.livejournal.com]

I presume you haven't negotiated as far as the white board yet :)

I hope the milk's ok...

Re: Good morning!

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

I'll have you know I negotiated that far, er, a whole hour and a half ago...

Yes, it's fine, and thanks for hanging on to Life On Mars for me.

[mooism.livejournal.com]

My head feels more untidy than a shed. I suppose it depends how big the shed is — possibly as untidy as an airport-sized shed. Too many things I want to play at, and more than enough to be getting on with at w*rk.

[mooism.livejournal.com]

There were potholes in the runway.

Are you quite sure this airport wasn't in Lambeth?

[verlaine.livejournal.com]

There are no potholes in Lambeth! Please report to your nearest council building for re-education, friend citizen...

[mooism.livejournal.com]

My driving instructor said he could tell when we were crossing from Lambeth into Wandsworth because suddenly the potholes stopped. He demonstrated it. It's true! Or at least, it was true in 1992.

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

It would be funny if it had been, and I'd just spent two hours circling repeatedly round London before landing at Stansted...

[mooism.livejournal.com]

Were you flying with Channel 4? ;-)

[mr_magicfingers]

I don't actually remember where i picked up that phrase, but I've used it for oh so many years. To me it's when my head is full and completely unsorted. You know how a garden shed becomes after years of use. It's crammed to the rafters with 'stuff' some useful some not, and most of it forgotten about. There's no logic or order to what's in there and generally when you open the door it's because there's something that you remember putting in there years ago and need right now, but you're buggered if you can figure out how to find it amongst all the assorted crap. If you do try and find it, you'll generally get distracted by other things along the way which will take your mind of it completely.

My head is quite often like that.