You just deplane and walk up a plexiglass corridor & through a small room that might resemble the inside of an old city hall in a small town/ I refer to this entrance as Starbucks as it's so pleasant and ez to be processed for most.....Unfortunatly until ya done there isn't a place for a wee story to tell or a pint of Bulmers.Try not to fly via Heathrow on either end of the trip and it's a very smooth transition.The lassies are fun but to get to the real sod ya gotta hook up with the lads who'll tell ya the bleedin & wee storys with endless jokes on reserve re:religion,guilt and the after life. In addition to the welcome gesture of everyone"buys a round"......