24/25.... ****ing last one! I didn't know until I got that last one right that if it lit up green you got it right, thought that was just the one you selected then you clicked enter...
****ing **** bollocks ****ing ****ing bastard. Been in this airport now for 6 hours and still got another 2 hours till we board! Any longer and Tom Hanks will be playing me in Terminal 2
Coming home from Rome Very funny dog licker Pissed off now, they've finally letting us board and everyone has rushed forward creating a bottle neck jam. Surely after 6 hours it ain't going without you!!
The plane had a problem leaving Brizzle and was stopped just before take off. So they had to wait till the Paris one arrived in Bristol to use that one for Rome. Just hit in the house 12 hours after I left the hotel to the airport. They gave us €9 for something to eat but everything cost over €10 But we can now claim as its over 3 hours late so that should pay for next years flight, every cloud eh
Now if my plane was delayed 8 hours id have to be knocked out to get on it.... My mind would be convinced somethings wrong and we'll crash and will result in me having a full blown (but keeping it bottled up) breakdown.... I don't do flying well. Even when everything is ok and we're just taking off the stranger next to me will feel my grip on their hands and be drenched by my sweat... I wish this was just an over elaborated story. I'll stick to places from now on which I can drive to or cruise to... Unless it's Australia, think I'd ride through it just to go there.
True story.. I'm on a flight to Holland for an England friendly in Amsterdam and a weekend on the beer etc.. This was about a week after the shoe bomber tried bringing a plane down.. guy sat next to me was Muslim, he kept putting his foot up in his lap and ****ing about with his trainer.. this went on for ages. I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life, talk about a cold sweat.. It got to the point where I flipped on him and said "leave your ****ing shoes alone mate for ****s sake" he just looked at me as if I had gone mad and put his foot down. My mates have never let me live that one down. He was definitely a strange one though but no shoe bomber..
When we got married, we flew from New York to the Carribean. The night before we flew we stayed in a hotel next to JFK. It felt like the planes was landing on our heads. We was supposed to be doing the same when we flew back to New York, but I thought sod that get an earlier flight back to the uk over night. Anyway we was on the flight back and the Mrs was asleep. I could see quite a few Muslims tying what looked like little boxes to their wrist and putting their head gear on and going to certain parts of the plane muttering to the walls. By now I was ****ting myself thinking shall I wake my wife and tell her or let her die in her sleep. Anyway she woke and I could see her looking around and starting to panick as were others on the plane. It was only then that the air hostesses had to inform us all that, it's the Koran they was strapping their wrist and praying to the eastern side of the plane. As you can imagine ****ting ourselves was an understatement. And a friend asked me after why didn't I say something to them. I replied if they was going to bomb the plane then me telling them to stop was not going to have much affect. The moral of this story is stay away from red eye flights as that's where the bargains are but they come at an expense of your underpants So fair play to you for saying something