[QUOTE=“Fagan ODowd, post: 975882, member: 706”]Flight FR297 from Stansted to Dublin tonight. London was steaming hot today and tempers were frayed as the passengers queued for the flight. As an aside - in the immortal words of a Kilkenny contributor to AFR the fear is gone. People carried second bags willy-nilly, carried oversized suitcases on to the plane without fear of censure. Anyway the stars of the flight were John, Jen, Leesha and Nanny. John, Jen and Nanny were obviously supping away goodo and missed the gate going up on the board.
They staggered onto the flight as it was about to take off. John - who had that skin tone unique to gentlemen who drink on canal banks loudly exclaimed that you’d think they’d have a proper fuckin announcement system in the airport. Oblivious to the fact that the other 200 people on the plane had somehow managed to figure that one out.
The next exchange went
Jen - put me bag up John
John - there’s no fuckin room
Jen - I paid for fuckin room
John - it’s first come first fuckin served, sit on de fuckin thing.
Nanny - I’m having a nervous breakdown listening to ye
Leesha - I want chips.
They then sent Stacey a text. Somewhere over the Irish Sea Jen checked her phone and was aghast that Stacey hadn’t replied.
Leesha got chips but John nicked half of them. He then harangued Leesha being so scabby that she wouldn’t Nanny a chip. Nanny and Jen were tucking into the Heineken at this stage and were in great spirits when they landed. John and Jen held hands as they got off the plane[/QUOTE]
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