Day 1 of the Vienna holiday
The window seat, as you can imagine was mine. No matter how often I fly on planes, I don't think I'll ever get bored of staring inanely out of the window. I'm just a bit gutted that you can't film the take-off and landing.
We found somewhere to get something to eat. One of those dodgy fake "pub" things. I had a chicken Tikka, Jonathan had the all-day breakfast. Chris sat there, slowly slipping on a pint of coke, staring inanely into the inky abyss. He really doesn't enjoy flying.