Had some great festive cheer today when my flight to Beijing was two hours late leaving Manchester.
Got to witness a load of Bolton scrotes flipping out at Beijing border control because they were going to miss a connection to Thailand (they had to cross the border / collect bags because they were transferring from T2 to T3).
Now normally I wouldn’t cheer such misfortunate but they were a pain in the arse all flight (they were necking duty free and generally being loud cunts on the front row of economy, while I was on the back row of business) so fuck ’em.
Lounge review: Escape Manchester. WANK apart from self-assembled bacon rolls.
