And so it begins. Dad took me to the airport at around 12pm and after a quick coffee I was left alone to explore all the delights that Birmingham Terminal 1 has to offer. I've been delayed enough at that airport to know how excruciatingly lacking in entertainment it is, so was slightly disappointed to find my flight was running two hours behind schedule. I went through security and in a moment of holiday excitement I bought myself a couple of trashy magazines and...