Bangkok to Dubai brought with it an unexpected event. The inflight entertainment was really bad, but better than watching a 6″5 Italian brute getting taken down on the ground by 4 air hosts. Benefits of the bassinet seat meant a front row view which went from the dude mouthing off to being tied ip with cable ties to the chair opposite us.
Can’t say it was pleasant, but nothing compared to the 4 hrs of verbal abuse that came out of his mouth. Everyone on the flight had to hear it. If I had been in more a jovial mood I would have sampled it and then made some kind of rap mix but the sad thing is that it was real and not just some b grade script.
At somepoint he glared in our direction and looked like a cornered ox before slaughter.
Secretly I was hoping Eliza would do a mega stinky poo so I could stuff the nappy in his mouth.
