£300m and the yellow chicken onesies
Gatwick 5:15am. White fog. You couldn’t see a hippo if it kissed you. I shuffle into the Terminal. Join the departures’ queue. In front of me are three ladies in yellow chicken onesies (I know). I am surrounded. Behind me, three men sport brick red T-Shirts: “Barry’s 40th – Benidorm 2014.” Somehow, I feel like […]