Business travelers are a weird lot, if you ask me. Mostly white men, older than forty, with their laptops and noisy phone calls in the business lounge. They’re so used to taking up space, to not care about disturbing anyone else. In a way that’s good, for them personally at least – we all think too much about how we might be perceived, while most people just don’t care what you do. But as a group – a flock or pack or whatever a group of white overweight suits should be called – it’s less appealing.

I guess I’m part of that crowd, technically. Not yet forty, not yet overweight, not wearing a suit, but I’m sitting here tapping away in the business lounge while waiting to board the plane. I’d be self-loathing if I wasn’t so sure this will all be over soon.