Go west in the wintertime, go west we will do just fine........
Well after a reasonable sleep we head for T2 and before you can say hop, skip and a body scan we find ourselves at gate 210 and there she is beckoning me like the sirenesqest siren you did ever see Brer Rabbit. Barbarella resplendent in her resplendent red and white livery and her curvaceous body glimmering against the faint Mancunian sun. Despite my usual Pteromerhanophobiac feelings which are exacerbated by the winter storms I am seduced into seat 41F for the journey west.
With 9 hours ahead I am in the hands of Barbarella and her not so pink ladies and what a great job they do. We hit 38000ft with little problem and it's eyes down your first number. Watch Rush, Saving Mr Banks and Mrs Brown which help me along the way. Can't speak highly enough of the Virginettes and they persuade me to break my ritual of starvation dieting while mid-air by thrusting childhood memories at me and I succumb to the Fab and Love Hearts offered as we reach US air space. If only Richard Branson had a dietician business....I'd be first in line.
Touch down ahead of schedule at Orlando International to be greeted by Scottish skies and after the 30 minute taxi to terminal and passing the ritual humiliation on border security we head for the next adventure.....
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