The Times still doesn't get it

For those of you who think I am routinely insomniac, you are off for a change. I am on my way to the US. As I write this, I am sitting in the airport in - of all places - Budapest, Hungary. Getting onto my laptop in Hungarian was a challenge, but at least there's free WiFi here. And those of you who grew up with me will understand (and no one else will) that as I came up the jetway from the plane