12 O'clock - an elderly couple. The man, dressed well in a Hugo Boss jacket. Late 60s, a slightly impaired walk and probably an entrepreneur, slightly too proud of his successes. His wife, of an entirely dissimilar stature - subdued and submissive; positioned purely to enhance the haughtiness of her man. A peculiar occurrence, given the fact they were flying on a budget airline.
6 O'clock - ironically, as the clock suggests, this couple were indeed an opposing set. Enter a well built gentleman serving his country through the armed forces; proud too but only in the patriotic sense as he was significantly less focussed on individual prowess. His accompaniment - a woman of a supportive nature, giving the couple a more purposeful approach, in contrast to the latter. I just wish he would have changed his pink and purplish striped shirt.
Centre - me, waiting impatiently, with no bloody clue of what's going on. I haven't flown for an immensely long time, leaving me with one option - to become the sheep. Probably the best route to take, considering my environment was nothing but a hectic cloud of haze, severely lacking direction. I say that, but that's not entirely true. In fact, the directions were pretty clear, as you'd expect at an international airport...I'm sorry, there are two massively annoying things with airlines. Ok, I can't generalise because I was flying with Monarch but here they are. Firstly, my flight ticket told me to board at 1410 when my flight was at 1525. What the hell?! Who needs to board a flight over an hour early? I mean, the plane doesn't even leave the runway until about 20 mins after the designated departure time. Secondly, I bought 2 bottles of water before my flight to drink on the journey, only to find that they were not allowed. So that's money wasted. And then I realised more water could be bought once I was in. Clearly, the difference between the Buxton water before the gate and the duty free one after the gate was lethal - thank God for airport security, that Buxton bottle really could have killed me.
Ok, finally I boarded the plane. First observation - the aircraft, which was an Airbus A300-600R, quite a machine being one of the commercial pioneers. Of course, the remainder of the plane didn't give a monkeys about the plane which is why I felt it was necessary to tell the world. Thank you Airbus, it's a shame that your passengers don't appreciate you. Don't worry, I'm here for you.
Seat number 34F, situated next to a young lad. Well, 'lad' is a tad dramatic. He was in fact an innocent child in year 2, completely fascinated by the empty canvas in next of him. In other words, his grandmother. The entire flight left the poor woman occupied with collecting felt tip pens, alongside being continuously reminded that she was in fact in the air and not on the ground. Admittedly, I'm with the young boy here. Having not flown for a long time, the experience was refreshing. Hats off to Airbus again.
-LANUK
This is a real story(not that it doesn't sound unrealistic) about a guy called LANUK (not really his name)!!
He is a smart person who goes to a school with high expectations.
The use of vocabulary LANUK is using is very advanced not like me with my low vocabulary. (compared to him)
But for real now this boy is really talented he got scholarship to a really good school and I told him I had a blog so he offered me to let him write a post and of course I couldn't deny so this is what came out. To make things clear he wrote this out of pure boredom so NO hate.
But for real now this boy is really talented he got scholarship to a really good school and I told him I had a blog so he offered me to let him write a post and of course I couldn't deny so this is what came out. To make things clear he wrote this out of pure boredom so NO hate.
Q: Tell me if you want more of 'Midnight Stories with LANUK'?
BYE
spain is great.. i love barcelona
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