For those fortunate enough to have not seen this, it's yet another cheap filler of a programme designed to fill out ITV's schedules between the latest offerings of Z-list celebrity reality shows and Coronation Street. Basically, it's a tour around Britain's provincial airports (cue Tony Robinson explaining that "later, we will go to Barnsley's Michael Parkinson Airport to see how Tanya at check-ins wedding preparations are getting on....) giving a fly on the wall view of EasyJet employees laughing their tits off at the cretins who still foolishly turn up for their hols expecting their plane to a) be there, b) be working, c) depart on time and d) not be triple booked; and then get highly pissed off when any combination of these factors fail to materialise.
Fair enough, a proportion of these idiots are foreign, so it is difficult not to enjoy their collective misery.
One stop off on this tour of locations that EasyJet try their best to avoid flying from or to was London Luton Airport.
Now, let's get one thing straight. Luton is nowhere fecking near London. To be precise, it's 35 miles away from London. Calling Luton Airport "London Luton Airport" is about as geographically precise as "Newcastle Edinburgh Airport".
Talk about taking a fecking liberty and trying to "big up" the image of a shitty town in the middle of nowhere that has absolutely bugger all going for it.
Think Sunderland without the glamour, charm and charisma.
I can understand (to a degree) Luton Airport wanting to shake off the image created by Lorraine Chase, but for Christ's sake that was thirty years ago!
You can just imagine the poor foreign sods expecting to fly into a London Airport and get off the plane to be met with a majestic view of St Paul's Cathedral, Tower Bridge and the Houses of Parliament. How disappointed are they going to be.....
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