How did he get off the plane?
How did he get across the tarmac to the terminal?
How did he get to, and through, passport control?
How did he get to baggage reclaim, where he found his chair was missing?
Where was he sat while the special assistance team were running round like bluebottles trying to find his chair?
He was sat in a 'degrading' high back, industry approved, weapons grade construction, airport standard chair, 'strapped in' by a cross-lap safety belt.
My lady-love has spent many hours in identical chairs, and has never suffered 'pressure sores' yet.
Suggesting that the Special Assistance Teams are degrading to the people they assist is the real disgusting thing about this story.
He threw a strop after he was told that somebody had cocked-up at a different airport and declared "I'm not going anywhere in this effin chair!"