After a nice week with some lovely people got onto a plane back from Tenerife Sunday night and yet again had to endure a 4.5 hr flight cacooned into a small metal tube with what can only be described as the worst of the UK population.
Gent behind actually threatened me when I asked his girlfriend politely to stop constantly kicking the back of my seat. Tracksuited man in the row in front practically eating his fake tanned girlfriends face off for the entire flight. Another man endlessly complained about being too hot and then proceeded to remove his top and walk around the flight to show us all his sunburnt beer belly. Old Scouser next to me seemed nice enough and tried to make conversation but he was so p***ed up that I could hardly understand a word he said. Clueless families with out of control kids drinking vodka and beer and then talking complete s**t so that all around could hear.
Honestly, no wonder the British have a bad reputation abroad.
Sod paying for extra legroom seats, I’d happily pay some extra money to sit in a guaranteed ‘Chav Free’ area of the plane so that I could actually get some peace, read a magazine and perhaps enjoy returning to the UK.