It happened again this morning and it's becoming a regular event. The selfish moron in the seat in front decided to recline his seat back, reducing my personal space down to a slender 1.5 biro lengths across. Yes I measured it, very discreetly of course, not wanting to become known as the weirdo in seat 20D.
Don't these moronic, egocentric cretins realise they're making someone else's life a misery ? Obviously not. Why don't the bloody airlines, who now cram as many rows as possible onto a plane just lock the seats in the upright position and give everyone a fair suck of the sauce bottle ? Or why not lock them all in the reclined position ? You can't tell me that the 5° difference in position is going to make a great deal of difference to the survival rate when a Boeing 737 careens into some unyielding part of the Queensland landscape after an uncontrolled descent from 35,000 feet.
I won't go on about getting woken up at 3.46 by the idiot in the motel room next door, the two explosives checks (I must look like a terrorist or perhaps I just looked generally murderous by that stage), nearly missing the Bundabeg connection and finally the moronic member of the legal profession who wouldn't go one inch out of his way to let me sit in my allocated seat on the Bundy flight.