The problem with being an avid traveller is that the chances something will go wrong quadruplicate. While airports can be magical places to anxiously await the trip of a lifetime, they easily turn into diabolic traps when you are left for hours on end between gate one and gate twenty-two because you lost your flight/it got cancelled/you are me and have spent more time waiting in terminals than you have in the air.
Now, I'm not saying I'm an angel, but I'm normally a fairly chilled out person (if my family are reading this they've probably wet themselves laughing already). But there's just something, well several things, about airports that make me lose my mind. I go from cool, collected world traveller to raging bitch beast in the time it takes someone to ask "Did you pack your bags yourself?".
Many people feel that the UK is losing its position on the world stage, which might sound to some as if we're somehow shrinking. But the facts are that other economies, such as China where seven airports are built every year, are growing in a way that's almost unimaginable to us. We have to decide what role London will take, and how relevant it will be over the next 50 years.