Me again…sorry for the wait

I know I left you hanging…. sorry about that. My excuse is a really terrible head cold – no I didn’t have crackling in my ears or rashers on my body and when I went to the doctor he did not prescribe oinkment. No Swine Flu for me. As anyone who has suffered a rotten head cold knows your brain turns to mush and you’re no good to anyone, hence no posts on the blog.

If you didn’t read my last blog I will quickly fill you in…

* ‘people watching’ in airport lounge – not as sad as it sounds…
* stranger than normal crowd
* non-descript people – professional waiters – perhaps ASIO
* pidgion chested backpacker suddenly no longer pidgion chested after visit to mens toilet
* police – lots of them – enter lounge

Back to the airport lounge… the now NOT pidgeon chested backpacker type was gone, had he left something in the mens room? I thought he must and was debating whether to take my fathers advice and sit tight or tell the police filling the lounge, how discreet or fast should I be?… or did they know about this already and would I be spoiling some ’sting’?

As all these questions and more were whirling around in my mind the monitor declared the plane had landed. My attention was taken by the non-descript people jumping up and brandishing enormous cameras – photographers – they all moved immediately to positions surrounding the customs door the passangers would eventually flow through. Each time the door opened cameras flew up and fell almost as quickly when it turned out not to be their prey… who was their prey anyway? Naturally I discreetly moved to a chair with a much better view – Mens room drop off pushed to the back of my mind.
With the amount of police, security and photographers I was kind of expecting Elvis to re-appear.
One of the first passengers through was a very young man – a school boy – instead of family rushing to greet him he remained alone and sat in the chair in front of me… strange. Quite a few more passengers exited with their families – none of these passengers have their photograph taken. Eventually the pilot came out and the young man left with him – his dad.
The photographers were very busy not taking photos, their reaction time is pretty awesome – to the millisecond. I was getting tired just watching them and trying to keep up with who was coming through the magic doorway. Eventually the time came – the police must have been alerted from the other side of the doorway, they moved in…
The person of interest turned out to be no-one I recognised, although, I did recognise WHAT he was. He was definitely a criminal. The give away wasn’t the spitting – rock stars do that – it was his ‘bling’, handcuffs and ancle bracelets.

Now that just brings me back to the mens toilet, if anything, what did the pretend pidgeon chested guy leave in there?

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