Sam 1999
Thirty two hours on the most turbulent plane ride with an hour lay over in Singapore to refuel, being crammed into a seat that clearly wasn't designed to fit my 6'4" length, my head cranked to the side to watch the movies that were being shown on the communal screen, I drank beer out of a plastic cup while the overweight, unwashed cretin in the seat next to me, on the last leg of the flight, snored so loudly that I'm surprised the people seated near us were able to get any sleep because I sure didn't.
By the time I arrived at Heathrow Airport, I was tired, irritable and in desperate need of a nice, long, hot shower and a comfy bed to crash down upon. It wasn't the flight that was affecting my mood, in the three years since Dad and I moved to Australia I'd flown back to England t
