Since I collapsed on the flight deck and proved that the coffee diet I invented is one of my finest moments to date, I have in fact been to a number of yoga classes. Fitting it in around a roster that has me going East and West like an explorer in the middle ages is tough and although I decided against the yoga pants … Continue reading The Force Is Strong On The Flight Deck
It’s a new year and it’s a new me! Well, that’s what I’m trying to convince myself of as I sit here bored off my tits at 35’000 feet. I definitely consumed too much food and drink over Christmas and I am severely bloated as a result. My uniform pants are feeling way tighter than they should and I’m starting to wish I caught the … Continue reading New Year, New Me?
Not liking Christmas is on a par with believing the earth is flat. I am not one of these people, I love Christmas and I love spending it with my family despite the fact that my brother in law is a bit of a pain in the arse. We do a standard Christmas day in our house and in a surprising turn of events … Continue reading Christmas Puke-Pot
The weather in London was surprisingly benign, which is odd, because it is normally blowing a gale at this time of the year. Once we pull up to the gate we complete our shutdown procedures and just as we’re talking about where to go for a beer the head cabin crew announces someone would like to ask us a question. I’ve been a mega … Continue reading I’m Talking Flat Earth Over Here
For some reason Craig has a Samsung Galaxy Note 7 “phablet” and he is yet to send it back to be fixed. Effectively he has a WMD in his pants that were it to explode would blow his dick off. Obviously he would have to fit it into his front pocket first, but the threat remains. He’s not allowed have it on the airplane which … Continue reading New York Hot Pocket
The Long-Haul Journal of Logan Jacob 