Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
Gutted to be flying back from my holiday last night (the 4 and a half hour flight took off at 9.15 local time, with the match kicking off at 9.45), I thought I'd attempt to avoid the England score, and watch a recording of it when I got home.
During the flight, I put the headphones on and fixed all my attention on the SHITTEST film I have seen in years (The Haunted Mansion with Eddie Murphy) in an attempt to block out any messages. Half way through, to my horror, the film suddenly paused, and some mealy-mouthed, mincing effeminate air steward began to announce "ladies and gentlemen, we have a bit of news you may be interested in....". So I ripped the headphones out and stuffed my fingers in my ears and started the "LA LA LA LA" song. Tragically, it didn't drown out the collective "H'RAAAYY" that went round the cabin, with fists punching the air.
"Oh well", I thought. "I still avoided the actual score, and I know absolutely NOTHING about the game, so it'll still be worth watching when I get in...was it a draw ? Was it a crushing win ?"
I pretty much persuaded myself it weas definately still worth watching if I could avoid the score. And it went well. Nobody mentioned the game for the remainder of the flight, and I made every effort to avoid hearing snatches of anyones conversation. We landed, got through Immigration Control, waited FORTY-FIVE MINUTES to be allocated a conveyer belt to collect our luggage, and by then, I thought I was going to make it.
So we go upstairs to our conveyer belt, and there's these little digital displays hanging over the belts with the corresponding flight numbers (MYT448). I spy our flight number over conveyer belt 4, and as I make my way over to it, the display suddenly changes to:
ENGLAND 4 CROATIA 2
BASTARDS. One second, the basic, single-line digital box hanging from the ceiling is displaying merely what it is designed to display - the flight number. And the next second, totally without warning, it is broadcasting TOP SECRET (for me) International football results. What the f*** has that got to do with picking up your suitcases ? Was somebody having a laugh ?
I watched it in the end anyway, pleased at the result but with that weary "I-wonder-if-this-attack-is-our-second-goal" knowledge that completely takes the edge off any enjoyment.
Gatwick South Terminal - you have a LOT to answer for, you gobby shitehawks.
During the flight, I put the headphones on and fixed all my attention on the SHITTEST film I have seen in years (The Haunted Mansion with Eddie Murphy) in an attempt to block out any messages. Half way through, to my horror, the film suddenly paused, and some mealy-mouthed, mincing effeminate air steward began to announce "ladies and gentlemen, we have a bit of news you may be interested in....". So I ripped the headphones out and stuffed my fingers in my ears and started the "LA LA LA LA" song. Tragically, it didn't drown out the collective "H'RAAAYY" that went round the cabin, with fists punching the air.
"Oh well", I thought. "I still avoided the actual score, and I know absolutely NOTHING about the game, so it'll still be worth watching when I get in...was it a draw ? Was it a crushing win ?"
I pretty much persuaded myself it weas definately still worth watching if I could avoid the score. And it went well. Nobody mentioned the game for the remainder of the flight, and I made every effort to avoid hearing snatches of anyones conversation. We landed, got through Immigration Control, waited FORTY-FIVE MINUTES to be allocated a conveyer belt to collect our luggage, and by then, I thought I was going to make it.
So we go upstairs to our conveyer belt, and there's these little digital displays hanging over the belts with the corresponding flight numbers (MYT448). I spy our flight number over conveyer belt 4, and as I make my way over to it, the display suddenly changes to:
ENGLAND 4 CROATIA 2
BASTARDS. One second, the basic, single-line digital box hanging from the ceiling is displaying merely what it is designed to display - the flight number. And the next second, totally without warning, it is broadcasting TOP SECRET (for me) International football results. What the f*** has that got to do with picking up your suitcases ? Was somebody having a laugh ?
I watched it in the end anyway, pleased at the result but with that weary "I-wonder-if-this-attack-is-our-second-goal" knowledge that completely takes the edge off any enjoyment.
Gatwick South Terminal - you have a LOT to answer for, you gobby shitehawks.