I am writing this in sometimes-sunny Sydney. Obviously I got here on an aeroplane but unless you’ve ever done it yourself you may be unaware of just what a long and arduous flight it is from the UK to Australia… even for brats like me who insist on spending every penny of their hard earned cash on a business class ticket (best deals: Trailfinders). Which was just as well because after Royston drove me to the airport at 99 miles and hour with AC/DC’s Highway To Hell blasting at five thousand decibels I needed a bit of a lie down.
But I’m not one to be idle for long. After reading the in-flight safety card, Continue reading