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352 pages, Hardcover
First published November 1, 2018



I send a couple of pro-Trump tweets from my troll accounts ('#godonald! #MAGA #inauguration') to take my mind off my pre-flight anxiety while Grahame deals with luggage and the whole check-in palaver, out there in the chill January dawn. Passport and security take all of two minutes. ('Hi, Sir! Nice to see you again.') When I do this, I spare a thought for you out there - the dear, the gentle - taking your belt and shoes off, furiously scrabbling through your bag for that laptop or iPad, wearily walking back through the scanner, then extending your arms skywards as the guy with the wand does his stuff, the whole thing taking an eternity because, in the queue ahead of you, there are people, who, today, in 2017, seemingly haven't been on a plane since Mohamed Atta and his lads did their thing back in 2001. Who don't understand about the whole laptop, belt and shoes deal. Who are utterly astonished when they are asked to take these things off/put them in a tray/ whatever. By the time you stumble out of security two hours later you're needing that pint of Tits in the Dog and Lettuce. You're suicidal and you haven't even left the fucking airport yet.