So flying in a hurricane is childsplay. Turns out the real challenge presenting itself to me last night was the brutes I was sandwiched between. One chap, 50 if a day, a grey mullet (super styled, not redneck. Still shit obviously),a nice tight waistcoat and jeans combo (boke) was sitting beside me reading Nuts. What? Is it not solely seventeen year olds masturbating furiously in their bedrooms who read that?
Then,a businessman squished in the other side, and pulled out 'The World According To Clarkson'. Oh jeeeesus.
I had no book.
Hell is other people.
(n.b Nuts man also read The Daily Mail and Viz. Viz!!)
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