Blogging from Terminal 3, Heathrow Airport

I am in the hell known as Heathrow Airport. I have been checking in at security lines THREE TIMES before I finally got in and could escape to the Lounge (Section E). The first time, they claimed my 75ml of ZIRH New York eau de cologne broke the rules. It did, of course, not. I can read the signs. I read the travel pages. Duh! Now, coming in through the FastTrack, I get the cosmetics with me, but now all of a sudden the bag is too big! I have been traveling intensely with this Samsonite bag (designed by Philippe Starck, if you must know) all over the world. Granted, it has been big sometimes - especially when I have been jumping on it like a madman trying to squeeze all the Armani and Diesel and a portable Bose stereo system in there - but it fits in the stupid bag-checker. Upside down, but who cares?

Well, I did get in without taking my shoes off and now I am blogging. Five Pounds worth, courtesy of American Express and T-Mobile.

Heathrow may be a nightmare, but London is always a dream. After the New Year's Celebrations and the Agatha Christie hang-over, I spent a day with friends in the sunshined city (yes, no rain). A fabulous lunch at the Zuma Restaurant and a visit to the Serpentine Gallery, currently showing a selection of Damien Hirst's private collection [Podcast here]. New, primarly British artists next to Andy Warhol and Francis Bacon, who are dead, and Jeff Koons and Richard Prince, who are not.

In between we strolled through the V&A into the beautiful gardens and enjoyed the wonderful Volume Exhibition, created by 3D from Massive Attack with friends and sponsored by Playstation. It was fantastic. I want to bring this event to Copenhagen.

Watch this space. And remember to travel EXTREMELY LIGHT, when passing through Heathrow. Like my friend Bob, who only brought a white raincoat with him.

In the darkest hour there may be light.