Saturday, July 7, 23.30 for the second time
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It seemed easy; I get on at Heathrow and off at
Frustrated, it seems that everyone else on the plane slept: my non-talkative row-mate, the mother across the isle was out soon after her daughterâ€™s head drooped, behind an elderly couple (at least appeared to be) slept, while in front a single mother clutched her sleeping baby who only woke a few times to get topped up on lactose. The occasional screen flickered dimly in the low level lighting cabin, the screen before me, in contrast was bright, the movie amusing. As I had been at college with the director of the film, I should have watched it earlier, but then I had found his first big film tiresome and, frankly, unfunny. I had assumed that this would be the same; same characters, same plot, just different costumes. How wrong I was, nearly. For its merits, there were some good lines in the film; not sure I can remember them, so they werenâ€™t iconic, just amusing. So for one hour and fifty five minutes it had kept me entertained.
Although I canâ€™t remember it, I saw another film. I wish I had slept.
Is â€˜Virgin Air Stewardessâ€™ an oxymoron?