Quintin Jardine's blog

I reckon I am an unlucky flyer. I always seem to be in the row in front of the arseholes who don’t know how to behave on aircraft, the middle aged blokes travelling together who think it’s all right to take on a few bevvies of a morning and invade the privacy of everyone around them.

Today the arsehole behind me was around six four. He thought the my seat was a rest for his knees all the way to Girona, while his mates were telling their stories to the whole fucking plane.

My hope is that when we fly back next week he’s in the seat in front of me. I do not get mad, I get even.