Back among the English:
[Our bus comes up to our plane from Düsseldorf to Stansted; turns out to be fairly small, props instead of jets]
Guy #1: Huh, its a small one.
Guy #2: Yes, I was wondering why there was only 2 to a row when I was picking my seat.
Me: Wait, my seat is 12F, where am I sitting!?
[Laughter]
Guy #3: ‘Bet you were wondering why those seats were so cheap!
Guy #2: You’ll be a wing walker!
Lady #1: Actually, the seats are A,C,D,F.
Me: Phew.

I really missed the banter.

Also:
Someone needs to tell air berlin about the Uncanny Valley. CGI instead of real people for safety instructions is only cool if your 3D actors move their eyes and emote a little.

Also:
The middle-aged guy next to me as I write this is doing sad bastard MBA studying, with its obvious bullet-point memorize-me heuristics. Ugh. I want a single serving friend.

Also:
This is a graph, from memory, of approximately how many flights I’ve been on, per year. A little bit of this is good, but mostly I spend way too much fucking time in airports

Summer resolution 2011: fuck planes. I’m staying out of them.