On the flight back (upper deck, dahling!) I was sat behind a very annoying and loud Australian couple, who seemed to spend the whole time reclining their seats and then sitting upright again. I wished I'd had some large tool to shut them up with, but I didn't. Anyway, I managed to get in a few films; The King’s Speech being the last one to which I missed the ending as we came into land, but I am certain that the did not all die in the end!
Actually, they pretty much are all dead now!
The turbulence was really bad as we flew into Asia and there were a few points where I was pretty scared, but we landed safe and sound, in the pouring rain, and heat! I was very, VERY disappointed to find that no-one was waiting for me at the arrivals lounge, despite my hinting to a number of friends...Don’t they know who I am!?
I get fed up with the taxi driver I have booked who continuously tuts at my prepaid ticket, saying that ‘it’s raining and the traffic is bad’. Oh OK then, I’ll just stay at the airport for the rest of my life, shall I?
You’re a fucking taxi. I have paid my fare. Taxi me to my destination, you lazy c*nt.
In fact, the rain has stopped and the traffic is completely clear, and I get home in the quickest time ever from the airport.
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