Back from Kiev, all in one piece. This time round I came via Frankfurt, which has a 50minute gap between flights, and it takes about that much time to get from Terminal 2 (where you land) to Terminal 1 (where you depart again). That was... hectic :)
A cornucopia Miss Sapphire sighed and stubbed her cigarette out on the armchair she was sitting in, ignoring the smell of smouldering horsehair that arose. "I forgot," she said, her chest rising and falling like the Roman Empire, "and Mad Frankie forgot, that asking you to retrieve a cornucopia would require telling you to wear gloves at all times." She sighed again, and MacArthur glanced unapologetically at the Horn-of-Plenty sitting in a bowl and happily spilling out blood. "You could open a butchers and sell Blutwurst," he said, his gravelly tones dissolving into the hacking cough of someone in dire need of an iron lung.
Greg - yeah, I love it when they plan things out so that you pretty much have to full out sprint to catch your connecting flight. I'm 100% convinced they have the path on video and place bets amongst themselves as to whether 'the fat guy in the Trump hat' is going to make his flight.
Ugh. This is peak MacArthur. Or near the peak, at any rate. I'm not sure I should be challenging you to go... is higher even the right term here? Probably not.
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Back from Kiev, all in one piece. This time round I came via Frankfurt, which has a 50minute gap between flights, and it takes about that much time to get from Terminal 2 (where you land) to Terminal 1 (where you depart again). That was... hectic :)
A cornucopia
Miss Sapphire sighed and stubbed her cigarette out on the armchair she was sitting in, ignoring the smell of smouldering horsehair that arose.
"I forgot," she said, her chest rising and falling like the Roman Empire, "and Mad Frankie forgot, that asking you to retrieve a cornucopia would require telling you to wear gloves at all times." She sighed again, and MacArthur glanced unapologetically at the Horn-of-Plenty sitting in a bowl and happily spilling out blood.
"You could open a butchers and sell Blutwurst," he said, his gravelly tones dissolving into the hacking cough of someone in dire need of an iron lung.
Greg - yeah, I love it when they plan things out so that you pretty much have to full out sprint to catch your connecting flight. I'm 100% convinced they have the path on video and place bets amongst themselves as to whether 'the fat guy in the Trump hat' is going to make his flight.
Ugh. This is peak MacArthur. Or near the peak, at any rate. I'm not sure I should be challenging you to go... is higher even the right term here? Probably not.
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