How, pray tell, do airline pilots do it? I have been back from holiday for 4 days now and I still feel knackered. It's hardly surprising that a captain on an internal shuttle flight in America went bananas and had to be restrained by the passengers on his plane; not something you necessarily look forward to during your week away.
Following the meat fest that was the Colonies, I am still laying off things with a face - I had chicken soup last night, but I hardly think one chicken breast between two bowls and two lunch boxes really counts. Not to the extent that WHOLE DEEP FRIED THANKSGIVING TURKEY counts, yes, that's right - it's a southern delicacy.If Ned Beatty looked less like a greasy bird, the whole squealy piggy unpleasantness could have been avoided...
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