I've been on a plane for 13 hours, and it was the weirdest thing: this crazy scots bloke - rumpled and curly-haired - burst out of first class wearing a red Virgin pinnie and began waiting on the cabin. He was hilarious - loud, and gleeful, and sloppy, like an overgrown puppy. Then one of the stews came into the cabin and said, oo yes, isn't he funny? He's a rock star. We're indulging him. He's in Snow Patrol.
The one on the far left. He served everyone in Premium Economy.
I'm sat in Heathrow Airport now, wondering which terrestrial plane I'm on.
You sound like you're in a good state for Ursula Le Guin's Changing Planes. :)
Posted by: Sulka | December 12, 2006 at 13:05
Aren't Snow Patrol Irish???
Welcome home :)
Posted by: Cooper | December 12, 2006 at 15:51
I don't know whether they're Irish or not. I do know that they're completely, utterly and irredeemably shit. They should have opened the door and kicked him out.
Posted by: Panthro | December 12, 2006 at 16:56
Did San Francisco - London a few weeks ago, hurray for jetlag! Nice part of the world though. Oh, and wb Alice. :)
Posted by: Pete | December 12, 2006 at 19:44
That's hilarious. Was he any good as a stewie? or did he spill stuff on everyone?
Posted by: Justine Larbalestier | December 13, 2006 at 03:11
That's pretty damn cool - nothing that interesting ever happens on any of *my* flights :)
Oh, and Snow Patrol are very definitely Scottish.
Posted by: playclever | December 15, 2006 at 02:47
Well actually...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow_Patrol
It seems like we're all right in ways.
Posted by: Simon | December 15, 2006 at 11:44