...or nothing at all. In a facility that handles more than thirty million travelling souls in a year we are not going to get away with zero incidents.
All last week we had been subject to wall to wall rumour and speculation in every air-conditioned office and walkway. The climate change pressure groups had started to target the Airport. It was up for sale, had been for more than a year and massive redevelopment had been promised. New runway? New terminal building?
Not this year. Not for a while. There was a covenant with the Local Authority that prevented development until the incumbent councillors had been pensioned off. As for the trumpeted extension, planning permission was still not granted.
Perhaps the new owners could afford to buy them off sooner?
Most of us heard about the sale on the telly at breakfast. It will take a month to go through. A grinning monkey in a suit and dark glasses promised a better deal for customers and stressed a future of sustainable development.
As soon as I hit the motorway junction that served the Airport I saw the blue flashing lights and immediately realised that it would take another half an hour to get to my desk through the traffic. I parked in the Cumulus Hotel car park. I would get to my office quicker by transit and travelator.
The car park was full of vans with dishes on the roof. The talking heads were jamming the airwaves with pointless speculation and misinformed rubbish already. Managers were lining up to give their judgement. At the other end of the car park a small group of activists were drumming for the cameras.
Interesting times...
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