Waiting in Manchester Airport

My MP3 player is only outputting on one channel or my earphones are broken. I’m hoping it’s my player since it’s still under warranty and I don’t like it any more. Either way it’s all too annoying. This is just a bit I wrote during a chunk of the journey I spent waiting at Manchester Airport. I’ll have to explain why I arrived there at 03:30 for a 06:00 check in later, but this is around 20 hours awake.

So here I am, cursing the clocks changing and my overly early flight. These factors caused me to get an early train (well, rail replacement bus) to ensure I arrived to check in. It’s the first time I’ve been out of the country for some time. For those of you who are interested why, I’ve just come out of a dark place in my life, where holidays seemed pointless and I had no money. I downed a particularly potent energy drink earlier and now my eyes are feeling hot and dry. The only other liquid I have is another energy drink. I’ve got 4 hours until check in and I don’t want to peak too early. I’m sure I’d fall asleep. I’m a little dopey now, I failed to see the pen in front of me as I was about to jot these notes down. I’m writing to keep myself awake atm since I have a couple of good books I wouldn’t be able to assimilate right now. Nothing worse than missing a bit because you’re sleepy.

Behind me I can hear a young lad playing an arcade machine I’ve only ever seen once before. I’m thinking about asking to join in, to keep myself awake, only I realise the other screen isn’t working. Ah well, saves me a bit of money. I can always have a go when he’s done. How much time have I killed writing this? 10 mins, damnit. I’ll probably have to cut most of it too, noone wants to read tired ramblings. I decided to have a ham and cheese roll to perk myself up.

I needed to use up some holiday days & well, get out of the country, get somewhere different. So I’m in Manchester, because Blackpool Airport doesn’t fly to France, with the sound of works “radio” station still ringing in my ears. Anyone who has worked in retail will no doubt be familiar with the “radio” a selection of tunes piped into the building punctuated with voice overs of special deals and great offers. Another reason to get away. Ah good job I didn’t challenge that lad. He played for 20 min on the same quid. State I’m in, I’d have lost at least £10 to keep up with him.

My terminal was the furthest from the station and none of the travelators are on this time of night so next time I’m getting luggage with wheels. Or pack half as much. Or both. This energy drink isn’t going to help pass the time, I’ll still have trouble reading, but be totally awake with it. I suppose I can write more garbage. I should probably wait until I’m more normal and have something worth writing about.