Come Fly With Me…

Flying, it is most certainly a popular form of transport.

I remember my grandfather saying that when it first came out he would say: ‘It’ll never catch on, people hate planes and flying, the sound of planes just brings back the memories of falling bombs, of roofs falling in on your heads, crashing, banging, screaming. A screaming that will forever be ringing in your ears. Planes, they bring nothing but death’. But now look at them!

Every Tom, Dick and Harry are constantly flying around in their air planes showing off and doing twirly whirlies and flippy flops and big dippers. The ‘magic’ of flight is now employed so Mr and Mrs Fannyknacker can just run over to Asda in Greece or WHATEVER. All we do is fly now. Did you know that the average person spends 79% of their lives on board an in-flight aeroplane?

Yeah. That’s right.

But how do we get to these airports that everyone is talking about?

Trains are clearly the best option but sometimes some people want to actually park and leave their car sitting around in a bloody car park for two weeks or something! Yeah, you can save a bit of money by pre-booking your parking ( and you can maybe do a couple of other things to lower the price of everything.


All these people driving in their little cars and taking them to the airport and parking them up and going in. It’s preposterous, really, truly preposterous.

I hate it and I hate you.

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