In-flight musings

With a long way still to go on our long haul flight to Detroit, I had a long time to consider the best method to deal with spending an exceptionally long time in a big metal tube hurtling through the sky at 500mph, 40,000 feet up.

Neil and I have slightly different techniques. He opts for the sensible way regularly changing his situation getting up for a walk, watching a film, reading a few pages of his book etc I suppose this method should, theoretically, cause time to pass more quickly. I reject that philosophy. I go for stony-silence, sitting absolutely still and staring straight ahead, not getting up at all (not even to go to the toilet.) It s a sort of gritty Scottish approach to travel relying purely on will power to get you through. I m sure this is the technique Monty would have been using had he been on a trans-Atlantic flight this week.

But, as Monty s non-inclusion in this year s Ryder Cup team proves, inordinate amounts of grit and determination can only get you so far. And, I must confess, six hours through this flight I m getting a little bored and really need the loo.