Work Travels

I am writing this on a train somewhere in-between Cardiff and Birmingham. I have just lost 67 games of solitaire in a row and have seen my score go from $679 to -$1030 in 1.5 hours. So I need to take my mind off things. 

Well what can be said about a flight that had it all. Melbourne to Singapore... easy. Emergency exit seat, no one next to me and one crying baby that reacted brilliantly to some good old CP. 8 hour flight. 6 hours sleep. Success.  

Singapore to London however is another story. Would you like an upgrade to premium economy Mr Parker? Yes please. Would you like to sit next to a pleasant flyer Mr Parker? Of course. How about one hour into the flight we organise some turbulence that will force you to wear Bloody Mary for the remaining 12 hours? Wait what!?

Clear turbulence they call it. Clear because they can't see it approaching apparently. Well that certainly goes halfway to explaining why my Bloody Mary ended up all over the the bloody (alliteration) roof. 

Lucky for us superior folk on the upper deck breakfast had been served and cleared, unlike the others on the lower deck. Cattle Class (as I like to call them) always, and rightly so, eat last and unfortunately they were eating during this sudden drop of 100 feet in 3 seconds. Well you can imagine the carnage. Food trays everywhere, noodles all over the ceiling, coffee all over the pants. One guy even got stabbed by a floating knife. The story made the Aviation Herald the next day (http://avherald.com/h?article=462eaf1c&opt=0). Yes, who new the Aviation industry had a newspaper. Luckily my good friend Lachlan Stanley works as an air hostess for Jetstar and he kindly forwarded me the link. It even made the Herald Sun online four days later. 

So anyway 9 hours later as we exited the flight in London, Singapore Airlines staff kindly offered us a box of Guylian Chocolate for our troubles. I kindly asked for some Garnier fructis to wash the tomato juice out of my air, however the unfortunately declined. They also declined my request for Omo to washthe tomato juice out shirt and jeans.  

So that is my story about flying. I have some good stories to share in the coming days. Stay tuned to hear about Dwayne Bravo's ultimate coolness and my small steps to becoming a YouTube phenomenon.