The flight was uneventful
I think it might be because my period is long overdue and I'm radiating a severe amount of irresistable pheremones, but for whatever reason, your esteemed hostess has been lately attracting an inordinate amount of carnal interest, e.g.
- The guy at the check-in counter in London, who got me to fill in a Frequent Flyer form and then tried to steal my phone number from that.
- The attendant at the gate who skipped his shift to buy me a coffee and asked when I was coming back to England, and that he'd be waiting for me (???)
- The monstrous old-man-pervert in the front row, sweating a lascivious grin and asking if I'm from Thailand (and what's that supposed to mean!)
- The boy who stalked me through Malaysian immigration and customs, introduced himself as "Charles from Newcastle University", leaned in close to whisper "you're really hot" and scampered away before yours truly could respond.
This is therefore a warning to stay away from me until my monthly cycle reasserts itself and I descend to normal levels of (un)attractiveness again.
Back in KL, roasting, again. Too hot (hurhur) to post properly. The flight was uneventful, except for that precarious half-hour above the Middle East, where a freak raging thunderstorm, combined with vicious lightning, left me thoroughly convinced I was about to die. The storm was politically symbolic, I'm sure of it.