tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post3391105348960043333..comments2024-02-11T19:28:27.997+11:00Comments on Personal Reflections: A night at the cinemaJim Belshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10075614280789984767noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-87941238383894450002010-02-21T07:20:21.599+11:002010-02-21T07:20:21.599+11:00All too true!
The fat guy on the Perth flight wh...All too true! <br /><br />The fat guy on the Perth flight who half squeezed me on one side, while the guy in front put his seat so far back that I could not move. And so it goes.<br /><br />Flying is far less fun than it used to be with crowded planes and lounges, reduced seat space, tighter security with longer book-in times, tighter TA and less access to business class, let alone first class.<br /><br />Still, I did enjoy the travel!Jim Belshawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10075614280789984767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-68416651025348995922010-02-21T06:43:16.150+11:002010-02-21T06:43:16.150+11:00Walking round hotel carparks trying to remember ev...Walking round hotel carparks trying to remember even the colour of your hire car in the days before keyless remotes; taking nine hours to fly from Port Macquarie to Sydney via Grafton because of plane trouble; the guy in front laying his seat back so far you had to stare at the top of his head for the whole trip; smoking sections which left you smelling like a well cured haddock. <br /><br />And all this while not looking remotely like George Clooney.<br /><br />kvd<br />(word verification: dishabla)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-43689356952527406182010-02-21T06:22:13.212+11:002010-02-21T06:22:13.212+11:00This really made me laugh, KVD. I actually know ho...This really made me laugh, KVD. I actually know how you feel. <br /><br />Those day long business trips out at the crack of dawn on the red eye specials and then back sometimes quite late knowing that you had to work the next day, too late home to do things, tired and somewhat stressed out. Fortunately I did not face your drive. I largely gave up taking the car to the airport, preferring to taxi because it was easier. This also allowed me to have a drink on the plane while I wrote up my notes.<br /><br />Mind you, especially in Sydney waiting for a taxi was and is a real pain. During my heavy travelling days I was mainly based in Canberra/Quenabeyan or Armidale, so the trip home was always short.Jim Belshawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10075614280789984767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24338064.post-11244037515207916152010-02-21T05:50:21.831+11:002010-02-21T05:50:21.831+11:00Well that dug up memories I have tried to suppress...Well that dug up memories I have tried to suppress. <br /><br />I used to particularly hate the late night return from Melbourne, overflying my home town about 12 minutes out of Sydney, and knowing I still faced a two hour drive to get home.<br /><br />Those weren't the days.<br />kvdAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com