Mad English girl Down Under

 My friend of almost 20 years very kindly met me from the airport, however, not my communication error but almost certainly 100% his, he thought when I said I land at 6.05 am I would indeed be springing off the areoplane into his arms at 6.06am.  I warned him several times over the 9 months of planning it would most likely be nearer 7.30am by the time I got off, got luggage and make it through customs. not my fault he chose to ignore that vital piece of information. So out I spring to my beautiful friend who hasn't aged a bloody day and the last time I saw him was my wedding 18 years ago, me needing a small Sherpa plus donkey for my luggage and we embrace less than a millisecond before he's rushing me off in a lift as he has to be at work at 9am and the hotel he's booked for me is 90 minutes away and the same for him to get back to work. He then announced he spent all night at the airport Incase the plane came in early and he missed me (I have no logical reply for that to b...

  I flew myself (well look I didn't fly the plane, merely I flew back by myself but that doesn't sound as fabulous the real way around) back to the UK, yes go me. Of course I was not over the weight limit before I even left Australia, and of course I knew exactly what I was doing and what time all my flights were. To pick up the story, this is how the flight from Singapore to the UK went ..... 3 wines in and I  think my "partner" is dead. No joke, he hasn't moved for the last hour and his head is on his chest. Should I raise the alarm, should I maybe check his neck for 2 seconds like they do in the films, no one ever surely gets a pulse that quick in real life, right? We were getting on so well, albeit the no eye contact. Jeez that bugs the shit out of me. But look he's my flying buddy for the next 13 hours so I'll give him a break. Plus he's a fellow Uk/ Aussie hybrid like me. So practically besties. My other bestie who I actually got 3 vodkas out o...