These days I am a little blase when preparing to travel, so left packing til about 10 minutes before I left the house, and left leaving the house, til about half an hour later than I was supposed to, but got there in the nick of time.
On the way through at Gatwick I noticed that you could get your Iris scanned. Cool, I thought, they would do that Mission Impossible thing with the cross-lasers. Turns out the IRIS machine isn't QUITE as sexy as that, but it turns out that it's a camera that takes pics of your eyes then lets you through without them having to look at your passport when you come in.
When I arrived back in the country, I waltzed right to the front of the queue as no other bugger had bothered to do IRIS, took my glassses off, snapped away and walked straight through, with a liberal backwards smug glance, only to end up waiting half an hour for my baggage on the other side.
D'oh.
So Gatwick, my favourite London airport, you've got most of it right, I can dry my hands, blow my face off and not have to make pleasantries with passport control, now let's see another crazy-ass innovation with the bags shall we...
