25 Feb 2009

” I’m on a PLANE! “

Posted by theswarmite

ryanairinflight1So it’s official – Ruinair is to allow mobiles on-board a plane. I have my own theory that the 10 year rise in domestic budget airlines is entirely due to the fear of being trapped on a Virgin Train to Glasgow for 5 hours surrounded by pac men, empty beer tinnies and even tinnier walkmans. At least the ipod has reduced music invasion. Feet on seats, inebriated football supporters, spotty teen ghetto blasters and mobile phone use is standard fare on Britain’s rail network, hence the attraction of a soothing 1 hour flight to Glasgow with an easyjet snack pack.  

Not content with charging £2.50 for a cuppa or excess luggage for a wheelchair user, O’Leary’s latest wheeze will attract the kind of people

that Noel Coward sang about in his playlet  Sail Away "

. . . why do the wrong people travel when the right people stay at home ". 

I know that sounds a bit Hyacinth Bouquet, people traveling without a shirt and tie but look at the society we have created through lack of boundaries and boundaries are the solution to saner living. 

Anti-social behavior is the blight of urbanites on any day of the week, Friday night in the West End of London is deeply unattractive fueled by office workers let out of school exercising the British right to get slaughtered for simply doing a job they hate and not a hoodie in sight. Wotever.

Any kind of intervention hails disaster, so we walk on head down rancid with rage. 

I am not suggesting you risk getting shanked to state your case but doesn’t it always make you feel powerless and cowardly? I simply avoid these trouble spots, like Night Bus stands, taxis always curry my favour when it comes to stress reduction, however how can you avoid the crying baby or bingo wings on your armrest when it comes to Air travel? In short, you can’t. It’s the luck of the draw.

I once flew to Miami sitting next to a man with a voice box in his throat. Now you would think that having overcome cancer he might have shut the fuck up and delivered grace and solitude. Instead he talked for England and I wanted to bash his box in, not a spiritual approach I grant you, but you try sitting next to a Stephen Hawkings sound-a-like in economy for 9 hours.

It is very rare that I venture into a cinema after 6pm. This is because I want to enjoy the film without watching people text on mobile phones, teens eating fire buckets of Popcorn and foreigners translating sub plots until I scream – give us a break!  Is it really poor parenting?

It’s easy to blame the parents when it’s the cinema chains quest for profit that is the real traitor, encouraging people to behave as if they are watching the film alone at home with no respect for others.

This brings me back to the vileness of Ruinair – profit before people again - but at least BA eventually find your luggage, O’Leary’s outfit don’t even have local agents on hand. He will always insist that you get what you pay for – well give me nice Stelios every time, heavy hand luggage ‘n’ all. No extra cost there ( and no phones yet ).

Instead of the trolley dolly insistence that we watch safety instructions ( even if you are a frequent flyer ) I have a hunch that more heads would bob up if the instructions started with : "  Thank you for flying Ruinair – we thank you in advance for considering the person next to you, in front and behind you. Try to keep to your allocated space leaving the arm-rest as free as possible without digging knees into the seat ahead of you. Try to keep your seat upright during the flight and if you wish to recline your seat warn or ask the person behind you first. Do not debate the issue if this is inconvenient. If you need to make or receive a call on your mobile phone please go to the back of the aircraft. Avoid the risk of shouting into the phone over engine noise. Please put your texts on silent or vibrate. "

Are these just dreams . . or will mobile phone use on all airlines gradually creep in? I hope this marketing ruse to attract bums on seats will fail after the romance of the plaything wears off, after all they banned smoking, liquids and nail scissors with ease. 

It can be done.

Today’s task is to take on board other’s needs as well as your own. 

Plan a considerate day. Smile a lot, open doors and embrace the urban landscape with relish. Instead of thinking outside of the box stay within your own. Respect.

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3 Responses to “” I’m on a PLANE! “”

  1. Good job David…wise words indeed.

    Have never experienced the joys of travelling with RuinAir so can’t really comment but, after the last nerve shredding flight to Athens courtesy of Stelios complete with screaming babies in front & behind my seat I vowed it would be the last time.

    As for the anti-social behaviour I just experienced a classic – arrived at the bus stop loaded with 4 shopping bags just as the C11 arrived – yay! – deposited my bags in the rack provided & gratefully sat down for the short journey home. Suddenly THWACK as a football was kicked against the window at my side by a kid who couldn’t have been more than 10 years old. His m8s thought my shocked expression was hilarious & THWACK he did it again. As the bus pulled away – no comment from the driver who probably knew better than to remonstrate with 3 kids no matter how young – & before I realised what I was doing I found myself giving them the finger. Was this the response the kids were looking for? It’s at times like these that I honestly despair for the direction our society is heading in.

    Missing u!

    ~ J

     

    John

  2. The ipod is as part of the solution as much as it is part of the problem, don’t ya think? I reckon for sure. Pick ya favourite piece of music, turn it up, shut your eyes and drift off oblivious to the sheep surrounding you in your cattle class seat. Mind you, travelling on a plane full of cattle somehow seems more attractive, doesn’t it? My other solution is a good set of ear plugs, ones that block out about 90% of all engine and animal noises, I never travel without them. As for the elbows and bingo wings hogging the arm rest, it’s just a battle of wills, isn’t it? “How hard do I have to shove your elbow before you realise you are invading my space? You want more space? Buy two fucking tickets, you c**t!!”
    The thought of mobiles being allowed on long haul horrifies me. That nokia ring tone or some self-chosen bag o shite ‘song’ going off in yer lug ‘ole just as you finally drift off… Then of course, you have to listen to their pointless conversation. Get a life and shut the f**k up for a few hours and read a book….

    Om Shanti Om

     

    Droid

  3. Thanks both of you for supporting my corner and responding in vibrant fashion. Back to the ipod then.

     

    theswarmite

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