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Henry turned up about two minutes before it was time to board the plane.  Even so he managed to scarf down some eggs, sausage, and a personally delivered cup of coffee.  Once he decided to board he stopped to issue some cheerful abuse on his way past me to the cheap seats further down the plane, causing my irritating neighbour to look up askance.

The value of flying gentlemen's [sic] hours is supposed to be an empty plane.  But my row filled up immediately, with a 'lady' who took a full five minutes to sort her self out.  Her puffy coat occupied most of my seat for a goodly period of time, while I stood sulking and texting.  

So mature.

Now she's doing the woman's weekly crossword and I'm thinking she probably likes john key.  Harrumph.

Ooh - and I forgot to mention that one of the cabin crew is 12 years old - swear to god they stole him from a school somewhere.  I never thought AirNZ would do the child labour thing, but now you know.