I'm not at all enamoured of Newcastle Airport since its recent 'makeover'. I resent having to do the IKEA-style Yellow Brick Road trek through the handbags and smellies and other assorted tat before getting to the bars, all of which now seem aimed at orange-skinned people who have white deep-pile carpets and drive Audi TTs and grow goatee beards to cover their double chins.
And my 11-hour transatlantic flight from Heathrow was delayed by two and a half hours. The only saving grace was that I got one of the seats right at the front of cattle class, where one does at least get all the legroom one wants. During the flight I watched 'American Sniper', which prompted some novel ideas for making Sunderland city centre a bit more pleasant on a weekday afternoon.
Sadly, Los Angeles remains a complete dump. But I'm only here for one night, just breaking up the journey. Tomorrow I'm moving on again, and then after a few days hopefully a more cheerful and informative blog post will follow. I don't take my readers for granted, you know.
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| Los Angeles. It's crap. |
