"It's absolute craziness," said 31-year-old Kris Lines, head of sports law at Staffordshire University.
"The last thing I remember was taking off from Calgary. I knew I was safely on board and there was no further destinations and it was all good.
"Somebody would wake me up at the end."
Aha! The true voice of a a so-called "academic", ie a precious chancer doing 15 hours "teaching" a week for 30 weeks of the year, specialising in a non-subject dreamed up to attract school-leavers who can't tie their shoelaces to spend 4 years pretending to "study" at tax-payer expense so as to be awarded a "degree", the exams for which can be passed by an educated, intelligent 10-year-old without any preparation.
In other words, New Labour's educational dream in action.
This 31-year old prat will without any doubt be unemployable outside his protected little haven, and has just proved that he should not be allowed out without an escort.
But he is never-the-less so up his anus with his self-importance that he can say what he said without realising how ridiculous he sounds. And I'll bet that he can't understand why everyone else is laughing.