I can respect pro-lifers' opinions in abortion debate, just don't foist them on me
I was walking through Gatwick airport last Sunday morning when a woman came running. "Mr McCann, Mr McCann!" I lengthened my stride. I tend to get stopped every now and again by people wanting to talk about this and that. But I needed to be on the express to London Bridge an hour ago. She was too fast for me, however. Or maybe just more highly motivated. She caught up and swerved in front and leaned in, her nose about 12 inches from mine.