Due to my flight being two and a half hours late last night I had plenty of time to peruse my long suffering fellow passengers. First one of note was the travel journalist, sorry but I dont know his name, but always pops up on the tele when something goes wrong with a travel company or airline or a volcano goes off or whatever. Like me he didnt want to join the queue of moronic sheep to board the plane so we were last on. Just mentioned to him though that if it were a Ryanair plane we would have been nearly home by now. Stewardess proudly tells him its a brand new plane. What, delivered late from factory? Stewardess tells me would I like to put my bag in hold as all the lockers are full. Er, no, I'll make room. Dont want customs scanning that do we..... :Not me Guv:
Next we have young girl, bit overweight, constantly talking loudly on mobile. White plasticky track suit on with bright red flash on it, trousers barely covering her ample hips, dyed blonde hair with a light blue tie round it. Well, just screamed Chav it did, straight out of Little Britain. And where was she sat on plane? Yep, extra legroom seats, legs akimbo of course, and legs going up and down as if thumping out a musical beat. Think its cocaine, no, not the Eric Clapton song. Thank God I cant afford those seats....
Next we have young girl, bit overweight, constantly talking loudly on mobile. White plasticky track suit on with bright red flash on it, trousers barely covering her ample hips, dyed blonde hair with a light blue tie round it. Well, just screamed Chav it did, straight out of Little Britain. And where was she sat on plane? Yep, extra legroom seats, legs akimbo of course, and legs going up and down as if thumping out a musical beat. Think its cocaine, no, not the Eric Clapton song. Thank God I cant afford those seats....