‘When the fasten seat belt sign is on, please remain seated with your seat belt fasten.’ – or else?

I sat between a massive guy on the left and a slurring Chinese old man on the right. This was a mistake I made of checking-in ‘only’ 8 hours before the flight… I couldn’t believe how early people doing their seat plan nowadays. When I finally log-on the site, there were only 2 other alternatives, non wiser, so I took what I was given.

I guessed given the current affair of BA on strike, it was understandably they have an extra member of staff named ‘Service Manager’ on the plane, to remind us how well we’ve been looking after. This was the first time I’ve seen one on the plane. She duly informed me who’s responsible for my part of the plane, the ‘standard’ class, what time food would be served and encouraged us to approach her with the most mind-bogglingly minor questions we could think of during the 12 hours flight. She would also be the one that crack a joke about the very long flight, selling Virgin products and trying to ask money for the poor children of the World. I appreciated these are all delicate matters the crews shouldn’t be saddle on without extra training.

I was trying to take a photo on my phone for my beloved, he has this fascination about airplane food, but it was so romantically dark that the iPhone wasn’t quite equip for it. So he missed the average chicken noodle or the substandard salad, but I could happily report back that Virgin Plane do serve Virgin Cola, and they had Gu desert! Some very nice Chocolate mossy slash liquid thingie with a funny name. And they would offer you two Cola if you didn’t only request one.

Over the course of dinner, I watched the movie ‘The Book Of Eli’. The movie was so predictable that it ended when it started, I watched the whole thing in 15 minutes, double fast forward wasn’t quite fast enough.

‘Miranda’ came to rescue. such fun! I have decided to get the whole series once I got back to London, it’s hard to find something that crack me up so much, I laughed pretending everyone’s on the ear piece (even I know for fact the old man on the right couldn’t quite figure it out how to use it but too proud to ask…)

Top Gear followed. I had such a good time it was an episode I haven’t seen. The Romania road trip plus Sting as Chauffeur and May at the back seat? I would suggest it to my brother in Hong Kong, he’d love it.

Now, 7 hours and 30 minutes to go.

I checked the News channel, limited selection of non essential news supplied aptly by ‘Sky News’. However, we do have the ‘Virgin Atlantic Airway News’ keep us updated. Of course we would also need to have ‘Virgin Atlantic Flying Start programme’ to keep us informed. But interestingly, Honda?! I wondered who need ‘Honda Hybrid News’ on 7000ft above the sky.

I moved on to the audio, all the ambient meditative sound weren’t available, what was the point of having the choice of ‘Cure Your Fear Of Flying’ or ‘Sleep Easily’, then find out it’s only white noise? maybe that was the cure I was looking for. The white noise as meditative sound that bored my eye’s water and I forgot I was flying…

Lucky me, the fox was out that night. ‘Fantastic Mr Fox’ was truly fantastic. I thoroughly enjoyed it and would happily recommended it to anyone for a bit of love and foxy human nature. Even if you were not high in the sky, you could still feel the tender heart tucking action down below, er, I mean below in sewage. 5 out of 5, even with some snoring background sound.

6 hours left, I better shut my eye and try to catch some sleep, albeit vertigo.

12 hours later...