The best way to prepare for and endure any long distance flight is to get thoroughly rat-arsed. So drunk that you sweat and deep thrombose your way through the flight in a semi-conscious state. Think of yourself as beef jerky at 30,000 feet. When you land at your destination, simply add water and stir. Bam. […]
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It is faintly ridiculous that in my bag I am carrying a number of lumps of iron across the Atlantic. In many other bags on the plane sit many other chunks of iron. Transformers, we call them in England, and not the ‘Robots In Disguise’. I think the septics call them inverters. My laptop, phones
I’ve been resolutely refusing to get ill for a week now. My body has stopped listening to me, and has decided to get sick of its own accord anyway. I don’t think spending hours on trains and planes is going to help. My brain is seeping out of my ears. My nostrils are seeping out
