Naturally, I walked then to the nearest signpost marked ‘9’, only to find myself next to a taxi rank. The people who run T2 appear to love all these US Marine-style code words like ‘zone’ they must think they sound cool. The geniuses in the DAA apparently did not feel that they should put up a clear notice, signalling: ‘Here is where you get the bus to the red long-term car park’.Īfter 20 minutes of confused wandering, we found a map that directed us to somewhere called ‘Zone 9’. However, the most pathetic aspect of T2 is the complete absence of any coherent signposts to get you back to your car. No doubt they were enjoying a paid mid-afternoon tea break and would go on strike if anyone told them to get on with it. This is in spite of the fact that the flight landed at 3.45. “First bags will be unloaded at 4.15” was one such offering. The luggage carousels now feature flashy screens that actually tell you how long it takes these characters to do their jobs. The good old baggage handlers took almost as long to unload our luggage as our plane had to cross the Irish Sea. Within minutes of arriving at the new T2, my wife and I realised we had landed on planet SIPTU. Well, I have to admit it, O’Leary seems to have been spot-on. ‘T2 appears to be an expensive monument to trade union intransigence’ He has also been a noted critic of the Dublin Airport Authority and the unions that many of its workers belong to. The head of Ryanair has apparently criticised the building in the past as a “white elephant”. I was reminded of Michael O’Leary on my journey home when Mrs Hanley (who flew over to rescue me) and I had the misfortune to pass through the shiny new Terminal 2 at Dublin Airport. And please God, we get to do it all again in 2012. Their negativity has been proven wrong once again. Overall, our nation trained 13 victorious horses - an all-time record, and a two-fingered salute to those media misery guts who said the recession would destroy any prospects of Irish Cheltenham glory. The Ryanair CEO was the proud owner of three magnificent winners, which led to scenes of wild celebration at the parade ring. However, on a more positive note, one man who definitely had a good week was Michael O’Leary. They may rest assured that I felt their pain. I would like to announce that I deeply regret any losses incurred by readers of this august publication. The anecdote that has preceded this statement therefore represents an introduction to my annual apology, which traditionally appears a fortnight after my annual betting guide. Yes indeed, the Irish Medical Times tipster had a poor Cheltenham Festival. I have never before actually seen a horse lose a race on his way down to the start, but that is exactly what mine achieved. Unfortunately, I am in no position to criticise Tom Parlon, as my own recommendations somehow managed to do even worse.
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