My two week escape from the misery that is the UK has once again passed by all too quickly so I have a full day of playing the airport cattle game via Copenhagen.

Fortunately, I only have around 80 days to wait until my next visit to the land of £2 per pack cigarettes and damned good beer at prices which would have Shenker glowing purple in a bansturbatory rage.

They really do not do shroud waving here which makes the contrast in culture quite enlightening.

Anyway, time to fly and I am sure the blood pressure will soon be on the rise after a read through the papers on my arrival home.

Toodle pip for now.