The 6am flight to Detroit this morning didn't go according to plan. Well it did until the girl at the end of my row started talking to me. Now normally I go out of my way to avoid all contact with anyone on airplanes but this young lady just turned to me and asked me if I wanted to see her photos.
I ignored her at first feigning sleep but she asked me again, so I nodded and she then talked me through about 20 photographs of her friends and family. How strange?
Only on Saturday I watched the Borat film
and what kept going through my head everytime I turned over a photograph was, well if you have seen the movie, you know what was going through my head.
Then after we done the photo thing, I got the first object out of my bag and started to study it to avoid further conversation or secret family diaries or whatever I imagined she'd show me next and the book I started to flick through was Fodor's Japan
. "Have you been?"
asked the blonde kind of largish lady putting her photographs away. "Er, no not yet,"
I replied."Oh I have, I'm half Japanese, my mothers from Yokohama."
Yokohama, my back botty I thought, "Oh really, how nice,"
I said pulling this article
from yesterday's Mail on Sunday from my bag. Go on tell me you're a Palace fan I thought.