Too fat for NL
Today’s trip to Amsterdam has been a strange experience. After a two hour wait at London City airport, I climb onto the plane and take my seat. I’m then told by the stewardess that I need to move to a seat near the front in order to “balance the weight of the plane”. Hmm – that’s hardly reassuring.
The weather is chucking the plane around like a rag doll and it isn’t too long before the woman in the seat behind me starts throwing up. I hear another stewardess’ voice trying to console her: “Would you like another bag?”
A few minutes later and the same voice comes on the loudspeaker. “Due to the turbulent conditions, we will not be serving any hot drinks. We will continue to serve cold drinks… including alcohol.”
I can’t help but grin.
