It's 14.05 and that means just another 4 hours to go before the flight to Montréal. My six hours in Plaza Premium Lounge are over, and although they improved over the last couple of hours, with a slice of lemon cake and orange juice, followed at a respectable interval by a quite acceptable salad, I baulked at paying for extra hours. And so I ventured into the chaos of Terminal 5 proper. The place is heaving! Having walked the length of the Terminal, (getting in the steps) and back, I finally succumbed to a seat in Wetherspoons, and using my Wetherspoons app, had a pint of real ale delivered to my table. I think it was called Nick Heresy Bishop, but it has been a long day already, so I couldn't swear to it. A 4% pale ale, it was very palatable, even though, at £5.15, it wasn't the kind of Wetherspoons price that I'm familiar with. It looked a bit like this:
Shall I have another one? I believe the flight will be from the B gates, which entails a shuttle train ride from Terminal 5. That takes about 10 minutes, plus a 10 minute walk to catch the shuttle. So let's say 30 minutes for an old guy carrying a backpack and guitar. That still leaves plenty of time for another pint, I would say. It may help me to sleep later. Readers of my past blogs may recall a kind of critic/commentator who often added his opinions when I was in full flow. So far, nothing, so perhaps he has latched on to some other poor soul. It was at this point that I thought he may have added some acerbic comment. So far so good. OK, another pint it is - where's that app? It was "Nick Bishop Heresy", by the way. And it's now 14.48!!
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