Hail, hail, the gangs all here
February 16th, 2008 • Related • Filed Under
I’ve been going to dangerous places with my camera for eight years or so now, and it doesn’t get any easier. More planned and nuanced in the preparation, for sure, but then more ambitious into the bargain too. So sat, as I am as I type this, in Heathrow only to find that between leaving the house and arriving at the airport more people have been killed in the place you’re travelling to is no less sobering today that it would have been when I was 23. Time to go over my mental checklists once again.
Still, LHR-4 is entertainingly full of like-minded souls. You can’t really move around gate 22 without tripping over blokes in khaki trousers and expensive hard-shell carry-on bags; the check-in desk was a sea of Pellicases and tripods. In the old days we’d be stocking up on duty free Johnnie Walker Red Label and cartons of Marlboro, for bribing purposes if nothing else, but there’s little sign of that today. No one is wearing a safari jacket either. Something of a rum show, if you ask me.

Comment by Steve Mallett on 16 February 2008:
Head down; eyes up, Hammersley. Head down; eyes up.