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If You Buy This Bag, an Angel Gets its Wings
on 2 August 2012
An inexpensive, no-frills, lightweight bag.
You see, the problem with so many bags these days is, they tend to be `all bag and no space'. Their neoprene dividers and spongy compartments make throwing a bunch of stuff into a bag unnecessarily thinky. This bag, however, is a wide-open space, stoically obeying your command to hold all your essential crap together and not complain about it.
With this bag, I can fit my 11" macbook air, charger, camera, passport stuff, a couple of books, etc., with a little space left over for my napkin fantasy drawings of airport waitresses clad in scale-mail armour, fighting dragons and baking cupcakes.
Of course, if you're like me, you may want to employ the use of some tupperware or pencil cases to keep really small items grouped together, but no one will arrest you if you don't. Unless you go to Switzerland. I was once arrested for doing the rubber pencil joke. The immigration guys didn't think it was funny, especially after they let me off for wearing a full-on mime's outfit and putting spiders in one guy's moustache.
I travel by air frequently; with a suitcase and wheelie hand-luggage, and I'll be taking this bag as well. It's great to have the option of a small bag for various luggage configurations. And the really great thing about THIS bag is, if it's empty, you can fold it up into almost nothing. Try doing that with a £100+ neoprene monster.
If, like me, you're a confused, doddering, and ageing rocker, punk-rocker, poodle-rocker, goth, or whatever, you can even sew on those stupid patches that used to besmirch our denim jackets. Don't lie, you know you had one. Liar.
The only downside of this bag lies more with its owner/operator than the bag itself. If you've securely fastened the main compartment's buckles, and THEN have to do the last-minute 'obey-everything-dance' at airport security, you may hear the jerk behind you sigh and tut in exasperation as he watches you fumble with the straps in a sweaty panic, while the lady on the other side of the metal detector, in her full-to-bursting trousers and white shirt, edgily twitches her fingers towards her holster. Having said that, you could sew in some velcro and smugly sail through the metal detectors like a ballerina, leaving the irritable horde of amateur flyers behind. It's your call, weirdo.
All in all, a good bag, worth the money.