I can feel him looking at me. Trying to catch my eye.
I should be a sleep, or at least pretending. Instead I’ve gone for the sunglasses-on-looking-out-the-window method.
Risky but I remain motionless; the music from my iPod blocks any possibility of this encounter going any further. The gentleman walks further along the aircraft and squeezes his hand luggage into whatever space is left over head, he slides into his seat.
The aircraft doors are pulled down, and the seat next to me remains empty. Feeling pretty smug about the double amount of real estate I have just acquired from Ryan Air, I … Continue Reading




