MANICHAEAN
12-20-2010, 02:07 PM
LIT NET TRAVEL NEWS FLASH:
It was the night before Christmas 2010 and in the functional ambiance of the Frankfurt International Transit Lounge, hardy and foolish seasonal jet set travelers were hunkered down in; mutual misery, dashed aspirations and a common bondage in hardship.
It was due to snow. Lots of it.
Heathrow was closed, roads across Europe were closed, septegenerians attested emphatically to CNN & Sky, that it was the worst in living memory and even Mc Donald’s was closed. This polyglot of international refugees was assembled at the main bar, on the eve before our good Lord was supposedly born, (not quite singing carols), but at least reducing life to its basics: communicating & complaining, and in some instances even bonding!
“I’ve just flown in from Mauritius from a six week vacance” said the red headed French lady Nicole “and it is terrible zat I cannot get back to my island in Brittany! The wine ere in Germany is merde en! C’est pe pe d’ain”
“I know how you feel” said Alan Moody, a petrochemical commissioning manager, feeling her ample breast pressed against his forearm in tactile sympathy and himself en route from the Middle East to Newcastle. “Eh Eye lass I’ve naught seen like of it before. Christmas Day presumably ere with German sausages and naught mushy peas!”
The Turkish bar staff viewed all with a ferocious stoic non interest. At least when the shift finished, it was home to clean cold sheets & a hot comfortable wife from Anatolia lying next to you.
Outside the snow continued to fall. The North Koreans were threatening serious escalation’s, Barak Obama was looking tired, the Queen, (long may she reign) was preparing her Christmas message to the nation & Prince Harry was tucked up with the sweetest little cutie this side of the Taliban divide.
Lit Netters: What a wonderful world we live in and what rich material lies therein!
Merry Christmas
M.
It was the night before Christmas 2010 and in the functional ambiance of the Frankfurt International Transit Lounge, hardy and foolish seasonal jet set travelers were hunkered down in; mutual misery, dashed aspirations and a common bondage in hardship.
It was due to snow. Lots of it.
Heathrow was closed, roads across Europe were closed, septegenerians attested emphatically to CNN & Sky, that it was the worst in living memory and even Mc Donald’s was closed. This polyglot of international refugees was assembled at the main bar, on the eve before our good Lord was supposedly born, (not quite singing carols), but at least reducing life to its basics: communicating & complaining, and in some instances even bonding!
“I’ve just flown in from Mauritius from a six week vacance” said the red headed French lady Nicole “and it is terrible zat I cannot get back to my island in Brittany! The wine ere in Germany is merde en! C’est pe pe d’ain”
“I know how you feel” said Alan Moody, a petrochemical commissioning manager, feeling her ample breast pressed against his forearm in tactile sympathy and himself en route from the Middle East to Newcastle. “Eh Eye lass I’ve naught seen like of it before. Christmas Day presumably ere with German sausages and naught mushy peas!”
The Turkish bar staff viewed all with a ferocious stoic non interest. At least when the shift finished, it was home to clean cold sheets & a hot comfortable wife from Anatolia lying next to you.
Outside the snow continued to fall. The North Koreans were threatening serious escalation’s, Barak Obama was looking tired, the Queen, (long may she reign) was preparing her Christmas message to the nation & Prince Harry was tucked up with the sweetest little cutie this side of the Taliban divide.
Lit Netters: What a wonderful world we live in and what rich material lies therein!
Merry Christmas
M.