OK, this isn't to take the piss out of anyones bedroom proclivities or anything like that ... and it could well be one of those "you had to be there" things... but.
Coming home before Christmas there were some balls-ups at the airport but I finally managed to get a cancelled seat on a plane to Manchester. It wasn't the best seat on the plane, in fact it was on the final row at the back right in front of where the cabin crew sit.
The young chap looking after our section was only a little fellow and quite 'sensitive' in his manner. (Incredibly annoying habit of referring to us as 'Hey Guys' though...brrrrrr).
Anyway, we were held on the tarmac for a long time, young Nigel wafting up and down the cabin handing out water and assuring the 'guys' that we'd all be whizzing into the sky just as soon as possible. As the delay continued he began to get quite stressed for some reason and more than once the back of his palm met with his brow.
The Captain informed us that we were ready for take off and asked the crew to check the doors and get their seat belts on.
Young Nigel took his seat behind my left shoulder, strapped himself in and uttered the following phrase which, had me doubled up:
"Right.... let's do this!"Like I said, perhaps you had to be their, or perhaps it just tickled my particular funny bone... but it was one of the few things to raise a smile that day
