James Galvin

I’m in Kuala Lumpur International Airport – named as the best airport in the world in its class. Free wi-fi, lots of shops, reclined seating, loads of space, so clean you could eat off the floor… it is definitely the best airport I’ve ever been in. Although… once upon a time there was a cosy little airport with fish tanks, video games, and old heroes who blissfully indulged their sporting passions in a relaxed atmosphere where everybody knows your name. That was a long time ago, all that remains of this magical place is the effigy of a lonely hurler, dumped on the side of the road like a lump of metal. Where once there dwelt kind old men who sometimes glanced at passports, now there are big wild-eyed security guys who shout at you if you make the metal detector beep. I would mourn its loss, but I’m too tired at the moment and I have a 14 hour flight ahead of me.