One row from the bulkhead in the 747, there in front of us is the seat row with the babies. Not one, not two… there are three babies in the row, all poised to make life hell for the 26 hours to the UK. Two babies and a toddler. A quick stare and a roll of the eyes distracted the crying one for long enough — it stopped crying. Meanwhile the toddler is busy pinching his baby brother.
The cabin crew were having a problem with the video system, a voice came over the PA system “Ladies and gentlemen, as a last resort I am rebooting the system, this will also remove power from your seats.” Cool, blue screen of death to the aircraft seats.
No video, oh no! I’ll just have to entertain myself by playing at being a martian — using the plastic swizzle sticks as antenna. This didn’t last very long, it wasn’t very entertaining and I was given that whithering look that asks “Just how old do you think you are?”
