We’re a nation of moaners — but we shouldn’t always take it so seriously

Walking into Heathrow Arrivals after returning from Los Angeles I was met by a taxi driver with my name resting across his gut. He had an air of defeat about him, his face like a funeral barge, his bearing expressing an ineffable sorrow that this — the airport, the holiday crowds, middle-age, human evolution — should have to happen to him. I apologised. It had taken a while to get through passport control. "Bloody murder, innit," he grunted and headed towards the car park. From http://ift.tt/2vAaVaL