“What is it? 88?” Questioned the woman on the tannoy.

“Two fat ladies” shouted the man with the ‘Monster’ tattoo

“My wife and her sister” shouted the man who’s child was sucking the Air ventilation nozzle.

“Shut it you cunt” retorted the woman spilling out of her inappropriate greying geometrically stretched  two piece, then she thumped his arm.

“Aerobingo” was a wretched idea, i’ve certainly never encountered it before, on a plane to Turkey or anywhere. Reminds me of the Indian Karaoke bus from Hampi to Mumbai which was full of existential dread.

The stewards and air hostesses were up and down the aisle like the proverbial Hoar’s draws dispensing Mini Moretti’s and Smirnoff and Coke, then collecting the empties in bags ” Bottles, cups” : “Acid Whizz” to the background  sound of crushing cans and crumpled crisp packets.