It’s a strange thing when you have too much time on your hands. The things that go through your mind I mean.
Take now for instance. I’m on a plane.
I’ve been sat in more or less the same position for nigh on 3 1/2 hours and I’m likely to do so for a further 5 1/2. Despicable Me 3 has just finished and you get to thinking,
1. Should I go to the loo, just for something to do?
2. When are they feeding me again?
3. What the bejasus is holding this thing in the air?
I know, I know – you can get all scientific on me.
You can tell me about differential air pressure until you’re blue in the face.
Yes, and thrust too madam. I thought you might put your twopennorth in!
But it’s me sitting here over the wing and believe you me, there’s…
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