A Tale of Airport Woe

I write to you from the tiny Stansted airport in London. I paid a pound for 10 minutes of internet access. Now, I wouldn't have needed to pay a pound for internet access had my flight not been delayed four and a half hours.
FOUR AND A HALF HOURS. Can you believe it? Honestly, can you believe it?

Anyway, I'm really quiet angry with RyanAir at the moment.
I have about another 1:45 in the airport here, and i've already been here for 4:30.

Well, time is running low.
See you all on the other side of Dublin, assuming I ever make it there.