A guest posting from Caroline Murray, blogging for ICIS on her way to a symposium on PET in
This time last week I donned my trendiest shades to protect my eyes from the garish orange hue that is Easyjet, on a non-business flight to London.
Once jostled into position I was forced to fold my body, origami style, into the seat I fought tooth and nail for. I was understandably horrified when a midriff belonging to the gentleman next to me in 26B happily moulded itself around what should have been MY armrest.
I closed my eyes to the horrors around me.
Shortly after takeoff, my ears were subjected to the hounding of a string of sales pitches screeching out over the tannoy. What happened to a single trolley, softly rustling down the aisle?
I eventually became oblivious to the incessant racket and was growing rather fond of my new friend the midriff, so I dosed off.
As I dreamt of all the exciting things one could do with polyethylene terephthalate (PET), Susie, the surly stewardess, poured a cup of nuclear hot chocolate over my head, jacket and trousers. Her first reaction (which was slow by the way) was to offer me a single cocktail napkin; her second was to start patting my head with it; her third was to take cover as I started flapping my arms around while I jumped up and down trying to blow out the flames.
I am writing this from the comfort of a Meridian/BA flight that will take me to the GSI PET Day in Artimino,
I have just been guided to my rather grand, leatherette, ASSIGNED seat by a sophisticated and courteous Italian stewardess. She has just given me a sweet to aid any ear-popping I may experience on take-off. No doubt shortly she will be coming round with the champagne and offering to cook me real scramble eggs over a flame in the galley - a la BOAC circa 1965.
Heavens, dare I say she may even glide towards me in an emergency and carry me down the blow-up shoot should we land on water!
Ah, the joys of flying the old fashioned way.