That great British tradition of jetting off to the heat and sun of other worlds, or at least countries. I had the luxury of flying in my first Boeing 767 the other day. The newest, yet not the biggest of the Boeing passenger planes.
It was nice, spacious etc, but unfortunately for me it was also nice and spacious for everybody else heading off in the same direction.
So a football fan from Manchester sits in the seat in front of my friend. His seat right back chatting with enough volume to wind up the entire craft, and possibly some other aircraft. During landing he had to have his seat put up for him by an air hostess as he wasn't interested in doing it himself. Then while everybody was nicely strapped down, he was the one up out of his seat leaning over the seat in front talking to somebody. Dumb-ass.
Of course, being one of the more packed flights, and at 7am in the morning everybody was feeling a bit rough, and was still waking up (although I hadn't been to sleep for 24 hours by this stage). Then we have some random people who think it's a sensible idea to take kids on holiday. No, not the 8 year olds who can be slightly too excited with the concept of flying or going abroad, but the under twos. Who have incredible difficulty with getting to grips with hurtling down a runway at 200mph and large engines roaring by their ears. Add to the sudden change in air pressure as the plane shoots straight up so not to annoy the residents of London. Two hours in, they slowly stop crying and screaming.
I used to enjoy flying, but since being a tall person the lack of leg room and the decrease in people who can politely not bother others, I am beginning to learn to loath it.
One of the worst things is the extreme false-happiness of the air hostesses. Their smiles so big I felt quite ill. I mean, please it's 7am on a Sunday morning, I'm not smiling, you shouldn't be either.
Ah well, holidays are always good. Roasting in insane temperatures (10 degrees lower than the UK of course). Enjoying being waited on and such. And no work!
Look out for my next instalment of news "The annoying people at the table next to you at breakfast with the kid they can't control and the enjoyment it has with smashing metal to china".