I Came, I Saw, I Suffered Immensely
I’m sat at Frankfurt airport, on one of those chair-partitioned metal benches that seemed designed to inflict maximum discomfort and etch interesting patterns deep into your backside. A few strides away my laptop is charging at one of the airport’s impressively free charge-points, and I could stand against it to continue to tap out this post…but I have something better to do. I’m looking at everything in sight.
What is it about this place that’s so…un-fun? (more…)
I’m no stranger to that question, although it’s usually phrased in different ways such as “What the hell do you mean, Mike?”, “Are you aware you’re actually talking, as in Out Loud?” and “Please get to the point before one of us dies“.
But in blogging circles, it’s one of the Big Questions you need to answer before you commit fingers to keyboard. What’s your topic? What do you have to say? Why is it you that has to say it? How do you conquer the world? (more…)
If you were traversing Terminal 5 at London’s Heathrow last August, you may have seen a writerly-looking chap sat tapping on a computer, his words being displayed on a large plasma screen over his head. This was the temporary Writer In Residence, Alain de Botton, and he was writing a book about what airports really are.
