So the flight from LA to Boston took 5.5 hours, the plane pulled away from the terminal and then announced there was a fault with the steering column for the front wheel and that it was probably a screw that had come undone, no worries then! 30 minute delay leaving, sat in the middle of an older American couple who bickered the entire journey was just awesome. Arrival at Boston was delayed because there was no space so we circled for 10 minutes, but don’t worry if you have an onward flight our representatives will meet you outside the plane. Who was there, no-one!

Having identified I had arrived into terminal “Who knows” and needed to get to terminal E, which is a 15 minute walk and my plane was due to board in 10 minutes, mad dash nutter time. And then you had to go through security again, to find they had been calling my name for 15 minutes, obviously my fault I was late.

On the Virgin flight from Boston to Manchester it was empty, 93 customers on a plane capable of 300, with 15 crew, still chance to spread out. The pilot was proud to announce we had arrived 40 minutes early, but then didn’t announce we had to sit on the tarmac for 40 minutes to wait for a space (if it was Air Fungus there would have been trumpets playing for “anudder oirly orrivsl”)

Oh well clackity-clack train to Leeds now.
posted by the biker daddy.