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I now have a front row seat :wink:

Like the early leaver who stops right in front of you, blocking your view, because something interesting has happened on his way out, then gets all arsey when you tell him to f***ing move :smile:

Inspired by the changing seats thread. So what winds you up or makes you change seats? I have been reasonably lucky, when the Amex opened we had small kids behind us who kept kicking the back of our seats, which was irritating but not really a big deal. They are still there but are now taller...