I'm always up before the birds and the kids.

Good thing Costa Express is always up too.

Early starts are easier with great coffee.

And if I grab one for Bob, I might even get some decent company.

Large cappuccino for the bloc who's half asleep.

Oh, you legend.

Now that's a proper coffee. Should kick in Justin Samfut,

remember which end of the screwdriver to use. Hmm. Costa Express, quality coffee every time.

Hi, buddy. Welcome to Dan Snow's History Hit. When we landed, we saw instantly that the airport had been blown apart by a

bomb. We crunched across broken glass to pass through the arrivals lounge. I always remember the

ceiling panels hanging down. The sort of walls and partitions, usually so strict at an airport.

They were all rent a Sunday. We just walked wherever we wanted.

There's something very jarring about saying the familiar signs

that govern our modern world.

Utterly disrupted.

We live and die by the exit sign, the arrivals arrow.

To do this, do that, stop the car here. Public signage, it almost

feels like the kind of hallmark of modern complex industrial living. So when you see those

kind of signs defiled and upside down and broken on the floor, it makes you question the whole

basis of how we live and organise ourselves.

Basically realise how artificial everything is.

And one of those smashed signs had one of the world's most famous place names, Timbuktu.

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