Afters

Posted on 12 November, 2011

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I asked him what meal he got, what movie he got and he said, nothing. Nothing. You had to pay for a movie and pay for a meal.
But … but … you’re flying. Don’t you get cognac for breakfast, a foot massage for lunch and a hand job in the toilets for afters? Isn’t flying pretty much a holiday in the sky? Have I built up my memory that much? Is it, after all, not that good?

I’m busy down on the ground at the moment, but I’m building up to a big post in response to the news that Qantas is completely carbon neutral. Good news, right? but what does ‘neutral’ actually mean?

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