A few years back I watched a Tom Hanks movie called The Terminal.

Hanks' character was forced to spend months rattling around JFK airport. For one reason or another the poor chap wasn't allowed to enter the US, but neither was he allowed to take a flight home.

All sounded pretty far-fetched to me; then a volcano erupted.

Now, thanks to tonnes of ash clogging up North Atlantic airspace, I too am stranded in New York. And will only get airborne if the damn volcano stops spewing out glass particles and other such geological detritus.

Which doesn't look like happening any time soon.

But being six days late to pick the children up from school isn't my main concern, (although perhaps it should be?).  I've just been told by a volcanologist on MSNBC that the last time this volcano erupted, it did so for over a year.

My passport expires in four months. So I've got 16 weeks to get home. If I miss my window, I'll have to do a Hanks. I'll have to move into the airport, unable to legally stay in the US, while being stopped from getting on a plane to good ole blighty.

Which leads me to my real question - what has Iceland got against us?

What have we ever done to them, (except buy Bjork albums in the nineties)?

Oh, and by the way, I can fly into Reykjavík. That's fine. Volcanic ash not is a problem there.

I sense a conspiracy.

Am not happy.

Iceland, you're on my list.

Chris G