It can be real fun stuck at an airport in an unearthly hour. Otherwise handsome people lying around in ungainly pose, snoring away, blissfully unaware of their inadequacy in the beauty sweep stake. Then there are those who continue to be somehow relevant to the world at 2.30am, urgently typing away that e-mail they are sure someone will read, appreciate, respond to and act upon. The world continues to turn. Across from where one sits, there is this baby, wide eyed, pink nosed, as far removed from sleep as David was from Goliath's nose. Then there is this girl, arguably beautiful, perched at the edge of her seat, pink delicate loafers dangerously and carelessly slipped on on her feet. Yes, life can be interesting at unGodly hours. Of course.