An entirely loathsome airport
I have made the mistake of arriving at London Stansted Airport 30 minutes earlier than necessary. Stansted continues to be a most unpleasant place. After an enforced circuitous walk through the retail maze one arrives in the "departure lounge", a space where most of the floor area is rented out to even more retail establishments.
The remaining seating space is entirely full; in fact so are all the food service shops with seating except the odious "Halo Fizz Bar" with its overpriced offerings of sour Champagne and signs warning of seating only for those wishing to engage in conspicuous consumption without even a veneer of good taste.
If the land transport infrastructure of Britain was not entirely insufficient in all ways I would not even be in this crass commercial meat grinder, but instead in some airport less repellently extractive.
I hate this airport and everything the grasping little shits in the management of Manchester Airports Group have done to its since they took over from BAA.
The remaining seating space is entirely full; in fact so are all the food service shops with seating except the odious "Halo Fizz Bar" with its overpriced offerings of sour Champagne and signs warning of seating only for those wishing to engage in conspicuous consumption without even a veneer of good taste.
If the land transport infrastructure of Britain was not entirely insufficient in all ways I would not even be in this crass commercial meat grinder, but instead in some airport less repellently extractive.
I hate this airport and everything the grasping little shits in the management of Manchester Airports Group have done to its since they took over from BAA.