Bill's stag - The Flight

As the title to this missive would suggest despite the ticket debacle he did in fact make it to Heathrow, thanks to his mystic arts of persuasion. Air Canada flies from Terminal 3 the real scene of where this little project was born some 485 (ish) days ago when he and Hoots sat down to breakfast at the fish bar and supped their first ale of the “Trip” and in homage to that great day he enjoyed breakfast there again.

A great start; not so far being replicated by Air Canada as it would appear they acquire their ‘planes as cast-offs from various sub-Saharan countries and do not bother refurbishing them. The one for the flight over appears to be of Cuban Missile Crisis vintage. As he sat down he looked at the seat in front and noted to your correspondent that it looked a little odd but couldn’t place why, 5 minutes later the penny dropped – the ‘plane is devoid of individual in-flight entertainment systems, the scandal of the thing. Instead for his “delectation” has been on of those old-style cinema screens.

So with nothing to do he has dozed off and left your correspondent to watch the movies and fulfil the Barry Norman role – Auston Powers the Spy who Shagged Me, hackneyed nonsense; Music and Lyrics, aka About a Boy Part 2.

Mind there has been some entertainment, the man who fainted and fell into the toilet being the highlight so far.