It is strange, the clocks have gone forward an hour this morning and it's thrown me completely.
The reason? Because I've only had 3 hours sleep instead of what I think is 4.
Prior to clock auto-correction, I would have woken up, looked at my watch (it's 8am now) and it would have said 7am. I would know I'd only had 3 hours having gone to sleep at 4am (It was freezing in the airport last night, I began in Arrivals lounge on the ground floor but it just became too cold, so ascended to the Departures Lounge on the Concourse and of course, no seats to lie down on).
Instead though I find myself looking at the clock on my laptop and not understanding why I'm so insanely exhausted until, ironically, a Tweet from Heathrow Airport reminds me of the fact that the clocks had changed and I'd lost an hour.
This is day Eight of being "Trapped" at Heathrow.
Prior to that, I'd just use it as my bedroom. Coming here simply to get a few hours of rest before heading back into Central London to live as normal a life as possible, other than having to deal with the nonsense of the DWP, 10 years ongoing, Metorpolitan Police (my Son's Trust Fund Theft) 3 years ongoing, Legal Ombudsman (against the failings of the Public Law Project), 6 months ongoing &
What bright spark, decided that free Wifi had to keep logging you out every hour, should, without hesitation, be shot. When I leave a Wifi area it breaks my signal. That's when you can log me out. Havig to keep reconnecting breaks concentration and wastes minutes of valuable time. It also causes great stress and frustration, which are totally unneccesary.
The press covergae about me has been prolific over the past couple of weeks begining with Each Other Blog ('I Am Worried': Homless Amid The Corona Virus Pandemic - By Aaron Walawalkar -11th March 2020) then on my Birthday with the Daily Mirror (Big Issue Magazine Facing a Fight For Survival as Sales Crash - by Ros Wynne Jones as Real Britain Ros -20th March 2020), then followed up by Metro Online (Homeless Man Living At Heathrow Still Has Nowhere to Go - by Elisa Menendez - Friday 27th March 2020) & then the Guardian on Saturday BBC (Coronavirus:Heathrow Airport 'Sheltering 200Homeless People' – BBC News England - Not bylined – Friday 3rd April 2020) & Finally Tortoise (Isolation: Unheard Voices in Covid19 - Tortoise Media - Edited by David Taylor, written with Polly Curtis, Imy Harper & Louise Trickle – Monday 6th April 2020 (Updated articles on 7th April 2020)
Social Distancing in Heathrow Airport Terminal 5 highlights the fundamental stupidity of Health & Safety rules. The need for electicity plugs &USB Chargers and the lack of them, means peope are always grouped together around the power towers.
The rows of seats are linked back to back with plastic ties, enusring someone will always sit behind you and be inches away.
The craziest though has to be in M&S where they're making people queue with 2 metres between them only for people to be taking wooden cutlery from bins open to everyone's hands. Total insanity and a clear demonstration that all of this is for show not safety (just like the Security Theatre coming in and out of Airport customs) and the screens that everybody is forced to touch is never wiped down.
For a few days Josh became my life-line somebody I could share everything with about what was going on and how I was coping. But a 48 hour hiatus seems to imply he's already lost interest. John Cleese delivers a brilliant line in his bad film Clockwise which is entirely apropos and I paraphrase "It's not the dispair... I can handle the dispair... It's the Hope... it's the hope that kills you..."
Anthony Luvera - Homeless
Mary O'Hara's Book Launch
Tortoise - Thinkin
And now I'm getting reports it's snowing.... ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!
The reason? Because I've only had 3 hours sleep instead of what I think is 4.
Prior to clock auto-correction, I would have woken up, looked at my watch (it's 8am now) and it would have said 7am. I would know I'd only had 3 hours having gone to sleep at 4am (It was freezing in the airport last night, I began in Arrivals lounge on the ground floor but it just became too cold, so ascended to the Departures Lounge on the Concourse and of course, no seats to lie down on).
Instead though I find myself looking at the clock on my laptop and not understanding why I'm so insanely exhausted until, ironically, a Tweet from Heathrow Airport reminds me of the fact that the clocks had changed and I'd lost an hour.
This is day Eight of being "Trapped" at Heathrow.
Prior to that, I'd just use it as my bedroom. Coming here simply to get a few hours of rest before heading back into Central London to live as normal a life as possible, other than having to deal with the nonsense of the DWP, 10 years ongoing, Metorpolitan Police (my Son's Trust Fund Theft) 3 years ongoing, Legal Ombudsman (against the failings of the Public Law Project), 6 months ongoing &
What bright spark, decided that free Wifi had to keep logging you out every hour, should, without hesitation, be shot. When I leave a Wifi area it breaks my signal. That's when you can log me out. Havig to keep reconnecting breaks concentration and wastes minutes of valuable time. It also causes great stress and frustration, which are totally unneccesary.
The press covergae about me has been prolific over the past couple of weeks begining with Each Other Blog ('I Am Worried': Homless Amid The Corona Virus Pandemic - By Aaron Walawalkar -11th March 2020) then on my Birthday with the Daily Mirror (Big Issue Magazine Facing a Fight For Survival as Sales Crash - by Ros Wynne Jones as Real Britain Ros -20th March 2020), then followed up by Metro Online (Homeless Man Living At Heathrow Still Has Nowhere to Go - by Elisa Menendez - Friday 27th March 2020) & then the Guardian on Saturday BBC (Coronavirus:Heathrow Airport 'Sheltering 200Homeless People' – BBC News England - Not bylined – Friday 3rd April 2020) & Finally Tortoise (Isolation: Unheard Voices in Covid19 - Tortoise Media - Edited by David Taylor, written with Polly Curtis, Imy Harper & Louise Trickle – Monday 6th April 2020 (Updated articles on 7th April 2020)
Social Distancing in Heathrow Airport Terminal 5 highlights the fundamental stupidity of Health & Safety rules. The need for electicity plugs &USB Chargers and the lack of them, means peope are always grouped together around the power towers.
The rows of seats are linked back to back with plastic ties, enusring someone will always sit behind you and be inches away.
The craziest though has to be in M&S where they're making people queue with 2 metres between them only for people to be taking wooden cutlery from bins open to everyone's hands. Total insanity and a clear demonstration that all of this is for show not safety (just like the Security Theatre coming in and out of Airport customs) and the screens that everybody is forced to touch is never wiped down.
For a few days Josh became my life-line somebody I could share everything with about what was going on and how I was coping. But a 48 hour hiatus seems to imply he's already lost interest. John Cleese delivers a brilliant line in his bad film Clockwise which is entirely apropos and I paraphrase "It's not the dispair... I can handle the dispair... It's the Hope... it's the hope that kills you..."
Anthony Luvera - Homeless
Mary O'Hara's Book Launch
Tortoise - Thinkin
And now I'm getting reports it's snowing.... ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!
