curtains

on my flight back from "turkey", i was allocated seat 6C. i could smell the glory of rows 1 to 5 – that of business class, which was within arm’s reach. also, my trained eye for detail could see how they managed to squeeze three seats in cattle class vs the two spacious ones in business

meanwhile the only thing that divided us were salmon coloured curtains and a clear sign that read ‘only business passengers beyond this point’

amazing how such hideous material can make one feel like an under achiever. but what made it worse was the look the perma tanned air hostess (who could easily star in the ‘only way is essex’) kept giving me… it was a disappointing glance, as if saying, had you worked harder, and been more successful, then you too could’ve made it to the sanctuary

but lucky for me;

1. i was sitting next to an overweight midget (who tried to touch my hand at every opportunity) which made the 4 hour flight much more palatable

2. according to the uk government, i am skilled

3. i was going to see T very soon

4. T and i used to live in a sanctuary