|Seven hours to cross the Atlantic, four hours to cross London, it just doesn't seem right! The "Entertainment System" on the plane malfunctioned soon after take off (rather that than the wings I suppose) so I entertained myself from the drinks trolley instead. By the time they got the system working again we were over the Atlantic so the route map was just sea and I had trouble focusing on the small screen to watch the movie that I'd wanted to watch so I decided to carry on partaking of the wine supply. The good thing about big planes is that there are enough aircrew not to have to ask the same person for more than a couple of bottles of wine and still keep well stocked. The meal was probably the worst airline food I've ever been subjected to; when I chose the salmon they didn't say that it came with pasta, pasta cooked to a slimy mass and some green stuff that I think started life as either sugar-snap peas or mange-tout but ended it's life as sugar-sap peas or blancmange-tout. The Indian guy sat next to me had a very nice looking and smelling bean curry, bastard, I think I'm going to tick all of the boxes in future and go for the kosha-vegetarian-halal-glutten-free-diabetic option.
Game-over again, probable next trip is to remove my embarrassment of never having been to Ireland but I do need to add an African stamp to my passport to make it a seven-continenter before I swap it for a pristine easy-entry version.