Groundhog Day. Same airport, same plastic chair. Time for another airport adventure. Did I tell you about my misfortune in 2019? I was visiting my ailing parents in Glasgow having travelled from Paris. On the return, I left my phone in the car that delivered me to the airport.
I had to commandeer an other phone from a hapless bystander. Needless to say, phone was recovered but time was a squeeze. Now Scotland ain't the Caribbean. I find it officious and pernickety. It was full disclosure at the security gate. All toys demounted and displayed.
Amazing the sheer volume of brickbats that you must reveal to the State. I was agitated, some might say perturbed by the shrinking time corridor to catch my Paris flight and taste redemption. I didn't pay particular attention re-packing my gear back into my hand luggage
Did I mention I used to carry a Lenovo Thinkpad? Perhaps one of the most ubiquitous laptops...
I'm sitting on the plane and I'm working on a spreadsheet for house construction on the afore mentioned PC. I had a small bag and we've been sitting on the tarmac awhile, time passing slowly. All I want is for the misery to end and to get back to Paris.
And then heavily armed border defence cops arrive on the plane. We're asked to take out our passports. Someone's about to get rumbled. As I looked around I had my suspicions...
So imagine my surprise when they came straight for me and frogmarched me from the plane and bundled me into the back of an unmarked white van. No one said anything as we sped back to the terminal except the message "suspect apprehended" which blared from the receiver. WTF?
And then the interrogation. My plane had long ago taken off without me leaving the passengers to guess what international terrorism plot had I been scheming. And me? Well without asking my permission or allowing me to observe, the cops had opened my bag and found a second laptop.
I can't ascertain the certainty of this statement because I wasn't party to them opening the bag nor did they show me the other PC. But I was charged with the theft of another passengers property. Can you believe that nonsense?
Devil take the hindmost? Well I wasn't the last but I was surely the most unlikely person on that plane to conceive of stealing a crappy Thinkpad but the State ain't big on objectivity. Maybe in my haste to get through the airport I lifted another pc...maybe...
I turned the air putrid with my fury but several weeks later I paid a small penalty to make the matter disappear. So there you have it, Hendry the international terrorist suspect taken from a plane sitting on the tarmac...and you thought NFTs were ludicrous??
Should I really be telling you this? Let's hope that damn plane takes off today...or who knows what else I might reveal...
Ok, bored @ SXM airport. I’m heading back to London to hang out around the groovy confines of portobello road.
I guess the thing that most disturbs me about modern life is the willingness of the many to obey to the strictures of the few…probably I’m selfish.
Eg…here security is ridiculously mendacious. I never remove any pcs, iPads, toiletries blah blah and they never notice…go figure. It’s a calculation of mine borne from observation
@RobinBHarding Waiting at the hospital for an ECG. Thought I’d throw in my tuppence re Robin’s excellent FT piece on detecting fin bubbles…
The financial implications of the house price crash have left a legacy of a mild depression which has fed a bull market for fear. Risk free collateral has literally become priceless. This can be seen by the daily manoeuvrings of the Fed to avoid market rates turning negative.
The stunning spectre of the alien body invasion demonstrated some biz models that weathered covid with profits intact. These have also been ordained riskless, and investors happy to countenance v low future returns for security.
I ate today for the first time in 7 days. Fasting is horrible. So much nonsense on YouTube. I didn't find mindfulness. I was ok for 4 days and then just really miserable. It's like making yourself ill to understand your vulnerabilities; actually not a bad thing...
At the end, this morning, I felt like I was leaving hospital after major surgery. It made me think of Graham Greene's autob - Ways of Escape - and the night during his trek somewhere in Liberia when his cousin thought he was going to die. Greene remembers having no fear of death.
He had lived comfortably accepting its inevitability. Like all of us perhaps - we grow older and we die, right? Fatalism it seems is everywhere. But in the depths of his malaria he discovered that he was more passionate about staying alive than he could ever imagine
First tweet in an age...my fingers are trembling but I warned you that I'd be back with hurricane season. Everyone has left st barts. I'm fasting. Haven't had a dime in 5 days sauf a scoop of vegan powder and some nootropics for my brain and to keep muscle. I'm working out big
No filters...bring on reality
Which is to say that I'm wired, really strung out. More than usual. No one gets it. Or maybe I’m a loony? Actually these are not mutually exclusive conditions. But Gross - the bond king - is bonkers. And newspapers filled with inflation stories are bonkers. And me? Let's move on
I became the cliché of a real estate investor and I’m enduring a funding crisis. Don’t worry. I need to exaggerate to excessive levels to get anything done. It’s my jet fuel. But I lost my mojo and couldn’t find the silly path. No silly photos, no YouTube
It’s as though I was no longer a time traveller revisiting my past to tell you about the future. That had to end.