Ok, so now I'm officially pissed off.
I'm flying up to Glasgow from Luton airport and discovered the office have miss-booked my flight - I should have been here, yup, yesterday.
Now, amongst all the gadgets I lug around with me, one of them is not a time machine. Still, I'm now on a later flight so will hopefully get home tonight at some point.
To kill some of that aforementioned time, I thought I'd watch a DVD on my trusty iBook. Knowing that the battery was nearly done, I found a seat conveniently positioned near a pillar-mounted AC outlet. You can see what's coming, can't you?
That's right, nary a minute had passed before some officious twerp in a high-vis vest came along and asked me to unplug said laptop.
"Why?" I rightly enquired, surveying the Vegas-like illuminations around me.
"Because you might cause a problem and close the airport."
"Couldn't you," I joked, "switch off a few lights, y'know, to make up for the juice I'm using?"
I kid you not - I actually said that.
And, instead of asking WTF? I perhaps should have been backing off slowly.
Anyway he was having none of it, so I duly unplugged the iBook and set about writing this.
Let me get this straight... I can charge my laptop on the express train from Nottingham, but I can't use 0.3 of an amp in a freaking airport?? This is the 21st century, last time I checked. Sorry, wait, this is 21st century Britain. My mistake.
This recently modernised and otherwise OK air terminal can't provide a few simple outlets for laptops and phones? I feel a complaint coming on, methinks.
I'm using the last of my charge to write this (I haven't moved) and maybe the day-glo Nazi has done me a favour. I'm dead hungry and really should get something to eat.
Hmm. There is a TV crew floating around. Do they not have to charge their batteries??
Perhaps my grievance would make good television? Perhaps I might be writing the next installment of this from Guantanamo Bay? With my own shite.