Today, it is exactly a week since I left dear old England. I travelled with Qantas to Bangkok and from there with British Airways to Sydney. The flights were rather good without even the merest hint of any turbulence. On the first leg I was sitting next to two rather basic Ulstermen, one of whom was nice enough and slept most of the way, not causing anyone any bother.
His mate, my direct seat neighbour was a burly bloke who did go to sleep but in his restless dreaming tended to flail his arms about a bit, and knocked over glasses of water in my direction. Everytime he woke up he apologised profusely so I couldn't really get angry with him but I was relieved when we landed in Bangkok
His mate, my direct seat neighbour was a burly bloke who did go to sleep but in his restless dreaming tended to flail his arms about a bit, and knocked over glasses of water in my direction. Everytime he woke up he apologised profusely so I couldn't really get angry with him but I was relieved when we landed in Bangkok
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