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entry 21 - 26th November 01
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Plane
from Hell
I'm writing this on the plane, with my Spring break to the Greek island of Samos already turning into the nightmare I suspected it might. The day so far... 7.32 pm. Collared by the guard on the Hastings to Gatwick train, even though I spent the journey in the toilet cubicle. I emerged from it at the airport, and there he was, ticket machine at the ready. Blam! 7.54 pm. Swapped my remaining tenner for 5000 drachmas, and then guess who was at the check-in desk? Fucking Brendan, obviously on the same flight, possibly the same actual holiday. 8.30 pm. An hour and a half of hiding. 10.10 pm. I was literally first to board the plane: a starboard window seat near the back (as requested). 10.35 pm. Brendan was the last to board, puncturing my new hopes that he'd somehow fucked up and was on a different flight to a different destination. I had to duck down a bit. He was twelve seats in front of me... in a left hand aisle position in the central section of the plane. And that pretty much brings us back to now. Over the top of the seat in front, I can see him looking around every so often trying to see if he can spot me. He's already been to the toilet twice, too, but luckily not the one near me. How many more pretend toilet runs can he get away with? But this is Brendan, and he's got three hours left. What do I do? What would you
do? more tomorrow
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