Oh no. Oh the humanity. The DM must stay.

The happiest moments I have are arriving in the IAD lounge and seeing the DM on the rack with its screaming, tacky headlines announcing to me that I'm now putatively in the UK. It means...roll on hols!

Many years ago before I learned which papers were which, I used to wonder why when ensconced in all my glory in the CW seat with the DM spread wide with my nose tucked into the print why some passersby on their way to the back harrumphed quietly or rolled their eyes at me.