An iChat transcript with my friend Diarmaid who I am supposed to be meeting in Dublin right about now:
Me: Good morning Diarmaid.
D: did you miss your plane?
Me: No plane to miss.
D: are you here?
Me: Nope. I’m at Gatwick. The flight was cancelled. I’m afraid I’m going to have to cancel our lunch appointment.
D: sorry to hear that. what’s the story?
Me: I’m booked on a later flight. It leaves here a bit after four.
D: no worries. is it bad weather, terrorists? Seagulls? drunken Pilot?
Me: I’ll take a wild guess and say it’s the weather. They get a little bit of snow here and suddenly it’s “arctic conditions” this and “sub-zero” that.
D: lol poofs when i were a lad…
Me: So now I’ve got 5 hours to kill. Luckily, there’s Wi-Fi and BT are doing a ‘free wireless week’ promotion.
D: cool. though i can’t think of a more bleak place to kill time than Gatwick. as douglas adams once wrote..
Me: Gatwick’s better than Heathrow IMHO. So anyway, we figured that we’d get into Dublin centre at about 5:30/6ish. Shall I just give you a call once we’re there?
D: yeah, absolutely. whenever you get in we can arrange to meet city centre area then!
Me: Okay. Sounds like a plan. No worries then. I’d better leave you get back to your hectic work schedule. While I go in search of second breakfast.
D: yeah. good idea. cos if conditions get worse and food runs out, it’ll be Cannibal Chaos at Airport Horror! see you later dude.