David McWilliams: Only one side wins as the generation game plays out
IT is early morning at possibly the finest observational post in the rich cultural savannah that is Dublin Airport. The perch here at Butlers Cafe is to the social observer what the "hide" is to a bird watcher.
We are at a crucial intersection. Straight ahead, the relative civility of area B, where some of the remaining Aer Lingus flights still take off and other reasonably humane carriers cluster. To the right, past the last-minute panickers looking for travel adaptors, is Ryanair country, the long winding road that leads to a grim but cheap, efficient -- and, if you are organised, not too unbearable at the price -- experience known as low-fare air travel.
Here at the intersection of areas B and C, far from the swank of Terminal 2, all classes of humanity are on show, parading up and down in various stages of irritation.