When I was younger a trip to Heathrow was a treat. Go up to the viewing gallery, watch the ‘planes and the people and, for a while, be part of the glamour of it all, because those who were travelling dressed with style and elegance.
Now the majority are just a bunch of scruffs, most of whom I would not want in my home let alone to have to share a journey with. I wouldn’t allow them anywhere near the airport, let alone onto a ‘plane.
The Voice of the Bloke at the Back 