International Drug Smuggling 101

Cruising at a wholly unnatural speed to Luton airport didn’t feel right, no agitation, no constantly checking the clock and google maps, no imaginary thoughts of strangling the taxi driver because he’s not driving fast enough. Arriving at the airport 90 mins before departure time was an alien-like concept, for once, I hadn’t left everything to the very last minute. Unfortunately didn’t have my Oscar ‘thank you’ speech prepared but a fucking momentous occasion to say the absolute least.