Joking aside, I went on a Thomson one a couple of years ago. The seats were not designed for humans.
What's more the woman sitting next to me insisted on drinking beer and nudging me every time she thought of something "amusing" to say from 06.30 until we landed in Cyprus. She was so fat that bits of her abdomen flowed under the armrest and and settled on my lap. I found myself horrifically compelled to try to decipher the sections of stretched tattoos written on those errant body parts. Fortunately in some ways I was later distracted by the kind person in the seat in front who decided it was reasonable to fully recline their seat until it was ore or less touching my chin. This served if nothing else to conceal the view of the ink adorned human lava flow creeping across my left thigh.
I suppose, if circumstances require or dictate, that I might consider doing it again but I'm not convinced it'll be in this lifetime...
Last edited by: Humph D'Bout on Fri 28 Oct 11 at 17:37
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