The Plane Chronicles No.2 – The Superbowl Unpleasantness
The following is a brief document of thoughts that I fired down on a flight to Arizona just before the Superbowl.
Once again I was heavily self medicated and none of this has been edited.
Saw a fatter bellied man than I of similar age. He is not wise in the belly ways, with his form fitting tshirt tucked in. Fool.
The display says 7h54 mins. I’ve now been up for 36 hours with no sleep. I’ve had a bunch of booze. 7h54 mins. I’m in a middle seat. Fighting back a Schlieffen plan attack against 2 arm rest invaders has me exhausted physically. We’ve hit turbulence and I am not allowed out of my seat. The man in front of me has the flight plan app open instead of a movie (the fool), and it would appear that we have zeroed in on Rekejavick for the express resAon of getting a little turbulence going to remind us what an unholy pursuit it is in which we find ourselves.
Most of the people on this plane chose the wrong thing to watch.
I’ve been queuing for 15 mins for the jax. The line is in 2 parts, haphazard. I heard an English woman say she’s going in to put on makeup. There are 7 hours flight time remaining. If she gets in before me, I’m opening the emergency exit.
The guys who won the NFL Super Bowl competition on Sky Sports are beside me. Both look like that prick Neil from the Sky Sports panel. They are grey looking middle aged men with a deep love of all things American. They are dressed in Patriots tracksuits like a couple of English pricks. I hate them.
The cacophony of aural mayhem that runs as constant in the toilet of the 747 is actually a welcome distraction, and it hides a multitude of sins.
Apart from physical torture this experience is probably the worst most mentally and physically draining things I can do. Also people, close, are my absolute least favorite thing. Get your fucking arm off the arm rest.
For a place that doesn’t want you to smoke, this place is doing a hell of a lot of reminding us about the possibility of smoking in the jax.
22.09 Irish time – took a Valium from stranger who was sitting behind me. I didn’t sleep a wink. Now up for 36 hours with a bunch of booze a horse tranquilizer and a Valium inside me. I feel unusual.