510 - duration in minutes of the (direct) flight from LHR to SEA
0 (zero) - number of times my immediate neighbour left his seat to stretch his legs, visit the lavatory or chat with his friend in 37B. Truly impressive.
6 - number of times my neighbour politely declined offers of drinks or sustenance from the cabin crew
1029 - number of times the person behind found it necessary to delve into the back seat pocket for his copy of ‘High Life’, the sick bag or the In Flight Shopping magazine
5 - the number of times the person behind found it necessary to plunge his fist deep and hard into the lower reaches of the back seat pocket. I can only assume he was desperately hunting for his partially completed Green card or putting loose change into the ‘Change For Good’ envelope. At least, I fervently hope that’s what he was doing. However, when you are thoroughly enjoying, and desperately trying not to cry at, ‘Brokeback Mountain’, any unprovoked assault on this particular area of ones anatomy is most unwelcome.