Where is Snake Plissken when we need him

I’m currently marooned at the Heathrow Hilton, which is a terrific place in the first two days, but starts to wear out after day three or four.  Where indeed is Snake Plissken when I need him?

I have already imprinted on all the staff and I’m beginning to learn the faces of all the guests.  The looks are amazing and I’m silently naming everyone – (1) ‘well at least I can drink too much safely’, (2) ‘I don’t really like work anyway’, (3) ‘why did I bring my fully-loaded laptop’ (this person looked yearningly at my MacAir – I cringed), (4) ‘I’m pretty much happy wherever I am’, (5) ‘I’m going to dress nicely everyday and look presentable no matter what’ (this is not me), (6) ‘are those people staring at me,… no they are just staring’, and the list goes on.

Seriously, everyone has to make their psychological peace in their own way, but now I’m beginning to imagine all sorts of outlandish relationships breaking out amongst otherwise civilized guests with the prospects of (potentially) another week (or more) of this.  I can just hear the whispers now.

There is probably some kind of great insight that a neuroscientist should extract from the situation, but it currently escapes me… where indeed is Snake Plissken?