So half of Western Europe has ground to a halt because of a Volcano, and there's loads of smelly people stranded in airports. I heard lots of them on the radio and tv saying how much of an inconvenience it is.
I wouldn't be so sure. I'd love to be trying to get home the long way round. Think of all the countries, cities, and people you will see and meet that you wouldn't have up to last week. I would also love nothing more than to be walking around an airport in my underpants. It would be liberating.
It's also funny that lots of dolly birds are running out of makeup and smelly perfume in some stuffy sweaty airport lounge, while they are waiting to board a plane that's never going to take off. Usually accustomed to be pampered and spoiled, they now have to rough it like the rest of us. Welcome to the real world! You never saw this on Sex and the City!!
On the other hand, there are lots of dudes in power suits and fancy shirts trying to get back from business meetings, now smelling of onions.
You may as well cut the sleeves off and have a bit of fun.
Get on the ships with the unclean and get stuck into the cider with the truckers.
In the grand scheme of things, nature has firmly put us in our place, and rightly so. As you price that BMW, you're only a moment away from a volcanic onslaught. Don't take life so seriously. We're all going to die anyways.
Between the recession and the grounded flights, it's just the pits isn't it? No it's not. It's great. Expect the worst. Hope for the best.
It's like a wanker of a neighbour burning plastic in the back garden, and anyone within a mile of the house has to keep the windows closed. What would you do about it?
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