Trains, Planes and AutoMoFarah (after deciding 'Mein Kampf' was too much despite its relevance)

6.45 Manchester Airport - Blowing my resolution to cut down on cynicism. If there's a more profound demonstration of how obnoxious humanity is than visiting an airport, I don't know it. Fantasising about some form of disaster which I and only those I select can escape from (dunno where my source of power in this comes from - thinking maybe Bernard's Watch) and choosing to spare only the nice Polish girl who served me an overly generous portion of fries in BK earlier (fries at 6am - fat shit). Just grumpy cosa lack of sleep though, humanity isn't even that bad there are just too many fat slags in here getting ready to cheat on their soon-to-be husbands in Malia + gimps coming back from Cancun with 'I partied in Cancun' t-shirts on, would have never guessed from the fact that you just got off a plane from Cancun lads.  In case you're thinking I just assumed an Eastern European girl was Polish, she had a flag on her name badge, what is that shit? The Olympics are over Burger King, and serving fries was never an event.
Karma for being a grumpy dickhead in the frustrating yet relatively serene Manchester I guess - complete and utter nightmare in Frankfurt. Take heed anybody who by a massive coincidence reads this and is thinking of using Puerto Rico/America for connecting flights, you need an 'ESTA'. Found out 25 mins before boarding time this was the case and that you could only obtain one from way across the Airport in a different terminal. Sprinted there while frantically screaming at anyone airport staff I passed that I was looking for Hall B only to get there and discover the systems were down. Felt like Man City in the 93rd minute vs QPR @ 2-2. Systems miraculously regained life though and a stereotypically efficient German guy was my Mario Balotelli - working hard to put me in with a chance. Found a bit of pace anyone who seen my pre-season stint with the D&P would forecast as completely impossible and here I am somewhere over the Atlantic.
Sorry to any woman/non-football fans reading (who am I kidding? there are no women - I am really addressing my Ma and non-football fans here) for that mundane, tenuous analogy, just trying to spice it up a bit and I'm new to this....plus the added bonus of pissing Decky off should he read was irresistible. So relieved to have caught the flight though, especially when taking into account I went for a casual shit in Frankfurt pre-ESTA drama, really didn't wanna 'Do a Nath'....although I dunno if mine would count given that it wouldn't have been intentional in order for to write an interesting Facebook status pal?
Will type up the rest of traveling musings tomorrow.