The loud shrieking brought me back to my senses setting all my nerves on end. People gradually started to edge backwards the pain in our ears reaching breaking point. The shriek continued, maybe someone had died? Maybe there was a disaster taking place. I looked up through bloodshot eyes straining into the hazy darkness of the airport cue. The noise and disturbance was an American women infront of me.... Clearly unaware that we were 1.inside and 2.the person next to her was close enough for her to continually spit on and there could probably hear her at a whisper less alone at the level of a foghorn!

Even more curious was the fact she was covered in multiple splatterings of blood over a tshirt that can only be described as "electric pink" and that she was scratching herself with some vigour. It was clear to say that the lady who shall now be referred to as "the American" was a complete assault upon everyone of my senses and I prayed to God she was not heading to London or any country I would be near...