Just watched it.
The drunken arrogant prat who was refused a flight confirmed all of my worst prejudices about prison officers (yes, he is one) and charter passengers (yes he was one of them too).
The coach drivers' strike produced some pretty ugly responses too. Who really believes that yelling at the rep will get the a/c there a bit quicker? Then I saw the tattoos on the most gobby of the appalling women, and I remembered why I have never taken a charter holiday, and I never will. If I can't afford sched, I'm staying home.
Where's the gin?