All in all flight is pretty uneventful, apart from the fact that it took off a good two hours late. Food etc was all good – I even got a pair of PJ to parade around in! And they have a kangaroo printed on them! Is that fancy or what?
I am sure sometime, somewhere along the way these Pjs will be brought to some sort of good use. It may be a bar in Mexico or a Karaoke joint in Japan, but if you wanna look special it doesn't get much better than the flying kangaroo pyjamas!
Watched couple of movies (God – Ethan Hawke has aged), a few episodes of family guy, a documentary or two, and am almost ready to have a quick nap.
An interesting observation (well, at least I find it interesting) about the Qantas inflight entertainment selection. This month they are proud to offer the following:
- Hunting Emmanuelle – the true story of the groundbreaking 1974 soft core porn film Emmanuelle and its star Silvia Kristel.
- The Escort Agency - A candid look at the operation of an agency in north east London.
- JFK's Women - How the world's most powerful man put sex before country.
- Miss International Queen - The annual beauty pageant for transvestite and transgender queens.
(I am not making any of this up! swear!)
I don't want to spend too much time talking about this. All I am going to say is that I really wanna meet the individual in Qantas in charge of programme selection. I can't think of a better person to spend a night at the Taxi club with!
Oh, one last thing... I am not 100% positive, but I am pretty confident the lady sitting next to me is Gretel Killeen's mum. She has the exact same facial expression! And no – while it would have made a great blog story, I decided against mile-high clubbing with Old Lady K.
Big hugs from a big plane... Next entry will be from the land of the free and the home of the brave!!
PS. Big hurrah to the lovely flight attendant who gave me a bottle of 1999 Shiraz as I was walking off the plane as a good-luck pressie.
2 comments:
JEALOUS!
If it were me the plane would be devoid of booze at landing and they'd have security waiting for me at the other end (after trying to reclothe me).
I'm laying down the gauntlet, you've gotta try and enter mile high by the end of this trip. "Solo" mile high doesn't count.
Have fun=> lots of it & think of us mortals chained to our desks.
Love Jamie x
You've re-ignited my commitment to the claim: 'never fly economy again'.
I’m slightly concerned over the thought of sitting next to and older replica of Gretel – that 1999Shiraz should have come earlier.
Good to hear you arrived safe and wasted not time getting the holiday ball rolling. I’m curious to hear more about how the city puts Oxford St to shame. Remember that story of the old friend of mine, who, in the early 70’s was in SFS for a party – they were all out on drugs, and someone apparently knocked over a candle but it was the upstairs neighbours who called the fire brigade: who burst into the apartment still in full ‘swing’, and after the fire threat was alleviated they hung up their coats and joined in.
All you need to do now is land yourself a holiday romance, and shed a tear as you leave SFS listening to Tony Bennett’s “I left my heart…” ;)
Ade
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