I am in the Golden Lounge at Changi Airport in Singapore, which I now remember to be particularly crap. No showers or anything and I feel a bit dirty after the long flight
Anyway, I have a glass of the only wine available (some crap chardonnay), log on to check mails and chat to some friends on either work messenger or Skype. I was getting into it when I realised that my flight was about to leave, so I pegged it to gate F31 and walked straight onto the plane.
I was sat next to this greasy looking man whose breath could melt concrete, which wasn’t very pleasant.
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