Having had the misfortune to arrive back at BHX on LH at the same time as some holiday flight from Corfu on Friday night, I was treated to the joy of the 20 minute T2 immigration queue...
But what struck me most (apart from the skimpy top worn by one very attractive young lady!) was the very high proportion of fat pensioners in track suits who were waddling up and down the labyrinthine maze to the 3 (out of 9) passport desks. It is not just fat kids who are becoming the problem - it extends across all generations.
I cannot imagine how unpleasant it must be to be crushed into the minimal seat pitches on such flights with some of those porkers on board.