Wearing a suit and having blue eyes clearly the perfect terrorist profile. I ask the young man at Heathrow why I've been chosen for ' enhanced screening '. He looks at me suspiciously before answering ' just random mate '.
The Welsh under-20's rugby team stream onto the flight to Toulouse. Within ten seconds of the seat belt sign being turned off two likely lads are at the front galley talking to the stewardesses. " Hello love. Any lagers around ? We're parched back here ". They are firmly told to wait and despatched, crestfallen and thirsty, back to their seats. The irrepresible optimism of the young male of the species is a wonder to behold.
The British Airways flight lands just as two 737's from Algeria are disembarking . The resulting queue at immigration , interminable. By the time I make it into the arrivals hall Wilf and 'the font' have moved off to the airport bistro for a fruit smoothie and a bowl of water. Wilf is torn between delight at seeing me and the lip smacking smell emanating from the bowl of bouillabaisse at the next table. He deals with this quandry by flipping onto his back. This way he can have his chin tickled while continuing to savour the enticing odours. That secret canine attitude " There are many things in life that will catch your eye but only a few will catch your heart ". He is finally torn away for a leisurely, tyre christening , walk across the car park. A content boy.