Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Flight #22 - the Suit
On my way home to London from Stockholm around the 22nd of March I sat next to a super corporate woman. It's funny because they fly a 777 on the evening flights and the plane is huge. With a middle aisle in addition to the twice on the sides.
The flight was at 1930 on a Friday so I took the chance to fill up on a glass of wine which BA provide free of charge. Didnt speak to the woman but heard her speak later and she was posh as hell. She must have been a banker. No no no doubt. Have to admit - at first I thought she was a cheap cheap just buying a suit to look important but my mind changed!
The flight was at 1930 on a Friday so I took the chance to fill up on a glass of wine which BA provide free of charge. Didnt speak to the woman but heard her speak later and she was posh as hell. She must have been a banker. No no no doubt. Have to admit - at first I thought she was a cheap cheap just buying a suit to look important but my mind changed!
Flight #21 - the Chinese woman
On My flight to Stockholm from LHR for an event in the middle of march (around 20th)I sat next to a Slightly hippie-ish woman who was from the East. She was very quiet and hardly bothered me at all. She was quite skinny and probably I'm her late twenties early thirties.
My best bet is that she was a student but I stupidly didn't write this until the 12th of April so might not remember everything. She was not intensely memorable in any event. The woman across the aisle was though. She was an elderly woman who just kept chatting and chatting and the poor girl next to her couldn't keep her quiet.
My best bet is that she was a student but I stupidly didn't write this until the 12th of April so might not remember everything. She was not intensely memorable in any event. The woman across the aisle was though. She was an elderly woman who just kept chatting and chatting and the poor girl next to her couldn't keep her quiet.
Flight #20 - the drunk Irish youth
I was flying from New York to LHR on the red eye flight the Monday after St. Paddys day. The flight home was full of Irish and it was my goal to sleep the entire way.
The first person who sat down was a woman in her 30's who quickly was told that a seat had been made available next to her Fiancé at the back of the plane. Moved to her seat was a young Irish student in his early to mid-20's.
The guy seemed chatty, friendly, educated (was reading a book whoopdy) but realised I was sleeping is didn't bother me. As soon as we took off though a steward came around and told the young guy that there was a seat empty for him in Economy plus or whatever it is called so he was moved which meant I effectively had a seat all to myself next to me. Hurrah. As I just slept this meant my sleep was better than I could have imagined:-)
The first person who sat down was a woman in her 30's who quickly was told that a seat had been made available next to her Fiancé at the back of the plane. Moved to her seat was a young Irish student in his early to mid-20's.
The guy seemed chatty, friendly, educated (was reading a book whoopdy) but realised I was sleeping is didn't bother me. As soon as we took off though a steward came around and told the young guy that there was a seat empty for him in Economy plus or whatever it is called so he was moved which meant I effectively had a seat all to myself next to me. Hurrah. As I just slept this meant my sleep was better than I could have imagined:-)
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Flight #19 - The Yuppie Spaniard
On my flight from London Heathrow to New York on the 15th of March the flight was full - unfortunately. Luckily I got an aisle seat as I was out early but I did get someone sitting directly next to me.
The person sitting next to me was a young man in the 35 year age who was from Spain. He had sat in the wrong seat to start out with so moved next to me just as the last passenger entered. He had left his magazines at his previous seat so he had to stretch across the aisle to get them as well and it was quite a mix of magazines. From Stuff, to Politics to Economist to Comics.
He was a nice considerate flight buddy though. While he accidently turned on the light because the light was in the seperator, that was the length with which he annoyed me which isn't bad for an almost 8 hour flight.
Raul as I will call him was dressed very properly, I think he was a consultant or a banker. Probably based in Europe but going over to work in New York. He didn't have that US loudness so that's why I think he still lived in Europe. Clearly he didn't travel all that often because he sat in the wrong seat to start out with.
Other than that, it was a bit strange because nobody seemed to be sitting in their seats , they decided to sit in others. Someone wanted a window seat, somebody wanted to sit next to their partner, there were a bunch of couples that said they were going to get married and had been seperated. Crazy huh.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Flight #17 & Flight #18 - The awesome Flat mate
On my flight to Lisbon on TAP (Portugeuse airline) I got to sit next to Jon Bird, my awesome flat mate. The best seat buddy yet. If I didn't know better I would say he was a techie gadget maestro by the use of BOSE head phones, ipad2, and reading Stuff magazine.
He didn't bother me or play elbow hockey and he was chatty. :-) The flight was fairly empty and there were loads of seats open. We flew with around 15 people from Bazaarvoice which was entertaining. They were sitting everywhere around us.
Jon sat next to me on the flight home from Lisbon to London as well on TAP. This time he slept most of the time. :-)
But this is the flight I want to write a little more about. The guy sitting in front of me leant the chair back fully. Very annoying. I don't really see the use of tilting the chair back completely on a short flight like this. So I played knee pokey pokey with him.
later on in the flight it was hilarious, three babies started a competition or choir of crying, one after another. It was surreal. None wanted to be less than the other. Luckily it didn't last too long and luckily they weren't close to me.
All in all, it's sooooo much better to travel with someone you know and it's a lot more entertaining. We could chat when we needed too and sleep when we needed too.
Flight #16 - The Industrialist
On my flight from Stockholm Arlanda to London Heathrow on Thursday night last week I sat next to the Industrialist and his wife.
It was a couple in their late 50's or early 60's. The man was clearly some kind of business man and was reading business papers. He looked like he was in INDUSTRY. Some boring industry but he reminded me of an olden day business man from the 20's or 30's. The kind that would have had a mondo nice suit.
This guy didn't have a flashy suit or didn't look overly rich or anything.
He was polite. Didn't play elbow hockey. Was quiet. He clearly let his wife sit more comfortably.
They were clearly heading to London on vacation and I saw that they were Swedish and that the man was reading a The London Guide to Politics. He didn't strike me as a politician though.
A decent seat buddy.
Friday, March 9, 2012
#15 The Cranky mouse
On my flight from London Heathrow to Copenhagen on Wednesday lunch I sat next to a woman who was quite a crankball.
To be fair she was one of the last people on the flight and someone was sitting in her seat because an elderly woman who seemed slightly senile and delusional and who actually was due to sit next to me had sat down on the wrong seat. The woman who did sit next to me - Barbara for lack of a better name - had had an aisle seat originally but was now in a middle seat next to me.
Needless to say she wasn't happy but instead of saying something you could sense that she was keeping it all inside. The kind of woman like that guy Adam Sandler plays in Anger management. Instead of saying something she was playing elbow wrestling on the divider.
Nevertheless she was probably completely fine on any other day but she had had a bad day. Wouldnt surprise me if she worked in some kind of a business as some kind of account manager or casual consultant (not one of those high end consultants who dressed in expensive stuff but one that didn't need to but still knew her stuff.
A customer had probably been an asshole to her that day. Regardless - not the best flight buddy.
To be fair she was one of the last people on the flight and someone was sitting in her seat because an elderly woman who seemed slightly senile and delusional and who actually was due to sit next to me had sat down on the wrong seat. The woman who did sit next to me - Barbara for lack of a better name - had had an aisle seat originally but was now in a middle seat next to me.
Needless to say she wasn't happy but instead of saying something you could sense that she was keeping it all inside. The kind of woman like that guy Adam Sandler plays in Anger management. Instead of saying something she was playing elbow wrestling on the divider.
Nevertheless she was probably completely fine on any other day but she had had a bad day. Wouldnt surprise me if she worked in some kind of a business as some kind of account manager or casual consultant (not one of those high end consultants who dressed in expensive stuff but one that didn't need to but still knew her stuff.
A customer had probably been an asshole to her that day. Regardless - not the best flight buddy.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Flight #14 - a typical dull Swede
So on my flight from Arlanda to London Heathrow on Thursday night I sat next to a woman who was flying with either her daughter or a colleague. The woman was Swedish and was so dull that she's the type of person you wouldn't notice if I wasn't writing this blog.
Very boring clothes. Definitely a case for Extreme Makeover or Fab Five or whatever they are called. Slightly chubby. No make-up, the conversations she was having with her colleague/daughter seemed quite boring too.
Having said all this, she seemed like a very kind-hearted person. It wouldn't surprise me if she was a mother and if so a very good mother. She was concious of me sitting next to her and accomodating as well. I think she's probably never been told she's great or pretty or anything and just gets on with it really.
Needless to say I've sat next to a lot worse people but definitely nobody that I'll remember even a week down the line.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Flight #13 - the obnoxious Swedish BRAT
It's official. I've now sat next to the biggest dickhead so far. Unlucky number 13 eh.
It was a tall late teens/early 20's spoiled Swedish Stockholms Brat. With his friend sitting one seat in front of him. Let me paint the picture
Tall. Long blond hair. Red jeans. Über lay expensive murse. Loud as fuck and talking about the most ridiculous things.
Him and his friend were some of the last to board and they were makin that kind of small chat between themselves that everyone could hear tryin to be funny.
The Brat who I will be calling Felix for lack of a better name - called his friend trying to bum a ride from the airport and used vocab and sayings like Det är Kung. Über kool kid!
Needless to say a real young dick who is handed a lot on a gold plate. My guess is he's a student and under shit load of pressure from his parents to succeed. The flight was from Oslo to Stockholm and I don't know what he was doing in Oslo. Probably spending his dads cash and or bathing in oil.
Ps. When I got off the plane and was about to take the train to town (normally takes 20 minutes) I found out its not running so need to take the bus instead which takes an hour!!! Plus the time it's taken to leave. Ie. I should have been at hotel now but we've just left! No tears for me though!
It was a tall late teens/early 20's spoiled Swedish Stockholms Brat. With his friend sitting one seat in front of him. Let me paint the picture
Tall. Long blond hair. Red jeans. Über lay expensive murse. Loud as fuck and talking about the most ridiculous things.
Him and his friend were some of the last to board and they were makin that kind of small chat between themselves that everyone could hear tryin to be funny.
The Brat who I will be calling Felix for lack of a better name - called his friend trying to bum a ride from the airport and used vocab and sayings like Det är Kung. Über kool kid!
Needless to say a real young dick who is handed a lot on a gold plate. My guess is he's a student and under shit load of pressure from his parents to succeed. The flight was from Oslo to Stockholm and I don't know what he was doing in Oslo. Probably spending his dads cash and or bathing in oil.
Ps. When I got off the plane and was about to take the train to town (normally takes 20 minutes) I found out its not running so need to take the bus instead which takes an hour!!! Plus the time it's taken to leave. Ie. I should have been at hotel now but we've just left! No tears for me though!
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