am at an airport bar – a time when even the coffee looks at you and says, "Amateur hour, mate." It's like a scene from a twisted comedy, where weary travelers are torn between the existential crisis of ordering a pint or pretending they're responsible adults with a cup of tea. The bar becomes a stage for jet-lagged performers, attempting to turn their drunken fellow travelers  into dance partners. And don't even get me started on the breakfast menu; it's like a culinary interpretation of regret. You've got folks doing the airport limbo – how low can you go?It's a symphony of sleep-deprived souls, clinging to their pints like they're life rafts in the sea of early morning chaos. Ah, the airport bar at dawn, where the only thing taking off faster than the planes is your the fat girls knickers on the next table and your sense of decency. Cheers to the blurry line between a nightcap and the first sip of morning madness!You people we are at 130!!!!Thank you for sticking with me,pass it on,download and lll keep doing what lm doing.Darren.Music:Status Quo Paper PlanesMIA - Paper PlanesSupport the showwww.justpassingthroughpodcast.comInsta:justpassingthroughpodcastContact:[email protected]