Someone in an office somewhere is laughing their tits off.
Someone in an office somewhere is laughing their tits off.
Are you iron like a lion?
I couldn't make it past this bit without that Billy Joel song happening.
Quite.
This does indeed sound shit. On airplane grub, I seemed to surprise the steward on our overnight flight back from NYC last week by politely refusing the offer of lasagne and salad at nearly midnight. He checked twice with me before walking past looking confused.
My thought was simply to read or watch a film until I felt drowsy and then sleep for as long as possible. Couldn't have been less interested in eating at that time of night, but each to their own and all that. Plenty did.
I really don't understand how anyone can read or watch a film on an aeroplane. The white noise prevents any reading. The tiny screen prevents watching a film. The only things that can break up the painfully uncomfortable experience is sleep, eat and get the fuck drunk.
I hate flying so much that I prefer two 7hr stints to a direct 12hr flight. An hour to get up, half an hour food, an hour downing bottles of wine, a few hours snoozing and sitting, half an hour food before coming down, an hour to get down. Walk around a fancy middle eastern airport. Repeat.
When I'm old and have the time, I'll take the train instead. So long as there's a route. Two weeks on a train far better than 12 hours on a plane.
Complete opposite. Love being on a plane. I also like to drink on planes, but I also enjoy watching movies (generally romcoms, no point watching big action films on a tiny screen), reading books, and sleeping. I also find airline food strangely enjoyable, probably because it's loaded with salt and MSG.
See I do. But only a few / for 4-5 hours. Then it makes me feel a bit weird and slightly claustrophobic. Would probably help if I was in one of those huge first class bed things.
Also a fan of the food. Particularly breakfasts.
Also, if you order a vegetarian meal in advance (which I generally do because I don't eat red meat or pork and it's easier just to order vegetarian and not worry about them serving something I can't eat) you get fed before everyone else.
Noise cancelling headphones and turn left not right when you board for a decent screen...
I turned left once, but was sent back to where I belong.
I'm on the "don't get on an aircraft" train. I won't lose any sleep if I never do again.
Except on the still harbouring the intention to get involved in flying recreationally, if that ever happens for me. Thinking paramotor as a preference.
I'm still wishing for a trans-Tasman train.
Worse thing is getting an upgrade to Turn Left Up the Stairs on the outward flight, then being put firmly back in your place in thrombosis class with the Ingos and Loafes on the return a week or so later....
I like a beer or two, but tend not to drink on planes, it makes me feel a bit shitty and avoids too many trips to the loo
And finally, the flight was an hour late taking off. A last fuck you from Ryan Air was sending the luggage to the wrong carousel so I was sat there for a fucking age.
I have a rule, no matter how much cheaper it is, I refuse to fly Ryan Air, mostly because I don't want to give my money to the cunt who runs it. (see also Spoons)