Just got back from Malta. What a fucking blast that was.The trip back wasn't too bad, even though I knew I'd be seeing the inside of that hellhole called Heathrow again.
But two things stood out for me:
1. The Air Malta breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, beans and a snorker. Well, I assume it was a snorker. Because it really did look so much like a shrivelled up penis that I just couldn't eat it.
2. We got "racked and stacked" over Heathrow for 20 fucking minutes. That's 20 fucking minutes of totally needless, wasted flight that achieved nothing for anyone but the avgas supplier. Which "Green" cunt wants to tell me that we don't already need more runways, or more capacity in some way, shape or form?
Of course, it being fucking Heathrow, once we'd landed, we spent another 20 fucking minutes taxiing via the London Eye, Windsor and the Isle of fucking Wight before we docked with the terminal, so that we could then enjoy the 12-mile hike to collect our bags and get the fuck out of there.
PS The whole of Malta's airside seems to have free WiFi. Which I thought was pretty cool.