Lost in Transit

The world is a better place after five generic brand paracetmol tablets washed down with a semi-vintage sparkling wine. Even stuck in a tatty Qantas Business Class lounge, impersonating a run down 4 star hotel lobby, with finger food and good wine, for eight hours sort of becomes bearable. It could be worse. I could be sitting on a hard plastic transit lounge with no alcohol.

Glenn is upset, not by the delay to the flight, but the lack of pervable talent. I told him we should have flown Singapore Airlines. At least the attendants there would have been easy on the eye, even if they were all female.

A**t has gone for soup.............

Easier on the eye, then the woman sitting at 11 O Clock in a green pashmina shawl with huge arse, who unedified us earlier in the day by bending over or the woman to her sitting on her left, with bold black lipstick on her puckered cats arse lips.

Flying has become almost as service-free and unreliable as Melbourne's decrepit public transport system. Our flight that was supposed to leave at 3:30pm, still hasn't left at 10pm. While problems with planes need to be fixed (in this case they are glueing the engines and then blow drying it), the least Qantas, could have is to provide a proper estimate instead of stringing their passengers along with ever sliding ETAS from 5:30pm, to 6:30pm to 7:30pm, to 8:30pm and then 11pm.

The captain came and offered a weak apology and even weaker jokes about hairdryers and glued engines.

G***n has struck a rapport with the Qantas Club Door Bitch, who sympatheised with him over the lack of soup.

What a start to the holiday. I hope we get to India before my brother gets married. I am so pessmissitic, but g***n is keeping my spirits, pointing out all the trolls in the qantas club I could be bedding. I point out to him, that with my wisdom teeth just out, I am in no position to hold seuxal congress (the aching cavities being the reason why I had to abuse the paracetamol).

We have booked a cheap hotel in singapore, but we may not need it, because by the time we get there, it could be the middle of the day.