Over an hour to get our baggage back at Stansted this afternoon and no one from the baggage handling company Swissport or BAA can be arsed to tell us, the people who are paying their wages, whats going on.

The only representatives of both companies present could not help and suggested that we ring the office on the courtesy phone and all thats there is a recorded message. Eventually bowing under pressure, the guy from Swissport gets a manager who when she eventually arrives, tells us some daft story about the plane being 10 minutes early messing things up.

Then another BAA fellow turns up and starts telling the guy by the door in hearing of the the passengers that "his job isn't to help people but to stop people from coming back into the baggage reclaim, helping people is customer services job", so I just had to do it "Excuse me are you from Customer services? I asked

"No I'm security" he self importantly replied, inflating himself with pride and then started waffling some management speak rubbish when I suggested that it would have been more appropriate if he'd been from customer services as trhat was where the problem lie.

Well kids the thing to remember is when you see a company that boasts "From landing to take off we care" as Swissport do on their website it must of course be true..... mustn't it?

First of thanks to everyone for all the birthday greetings, I love you all too.

Well Saturday was good, depite the pain in my knee, we stocked up on spices at the Bismilla and Red Sea food stores, then had lunch at the Red Fort a splendid eat as much as you can buffet restaurant in Drummond Street. For £5.99 you get a soft drink and a choice of two kinds of rice, naan, veg pakora, chicken tikka, tadka dahl, chicken pathia, lamb dhansak, chicken dopiaza and chicken korma, all of them delicious and then they give you an ice cream too - highly recomended.

After a brief snooze irt was off to the Frost Fayre again where Mrs F and Moff went shopping and Old Nick and I talked man crap (Cybermen, Vulcan Bombers, Swiss Army phones, breasts etc.) and enjoyed the traditional if a bit pricey German Bar with Pauliner lager and Weissbier.

This was followed by a drink in the Deacon Brodie and then a wander back to the Auld House by way of the Palmyra kebab and pizza house where Old Nick and I had brilliant Chicken schwarma with salad all wrapped up in kobz Arab bread (a bit like a tortilla) and Mrs F some falafel also wrapped in kobz and good value it was too (£4.50 for a lage schwarma)

On to the Auld House where there was a DJ instead of the usual ecletic juke box, and a free buffet of samozas and onion rings and stuff. Now I don't know what it is about DJs but somehow they always seem to want to impose their own appalling taste on the audience, so you get a bunch of punks, rockers, goths and indy kids and what do they slip in amongst the Metallicca, Sparks, Feeder and Pumpkins - fucking Abba and Wham! I'm with Morrisey on this hang the bastards