The soul eroding mess that is LHR

In the last month I've flown passed through Heathrow nine times (and Gatwick once) on my to Australia, Italy, Egypt, Switzerland, the US and Germany. Without exception Border Control at Heathrow has been consistently the most unpleasant experience - more since the iris recognition facility ('IRIS') has been put into an apparently deliberate programme of slow abandonment.

I've long joked that one loses a little bit of one's soul with every pass through that benighted place and I've more than once been caught in the notorious hourlong queues at immigration. Is it wrong to be this happy about this news?