This post... BOSTON!
Favourite Moments and Extremely Random Thoughts:
-Carolyn really is a rather grumpy lady, isn't she? I don't think she should be in the 'dealing with people' biz at all. But, hey, you get your money wherever you can, right? Even if you do have a Sherlock Holmes complex (everybody is stupid) and yeah, sure, Arthur isn't the sharpest stripe on the Captain's sleeve, but still!
-This weeks game is a merry one of Simon Says. Who knew he knew so much about flying aeroplanes?
-Our merry crew of MJN'ers are going to be picking up some cross and stroppy Americans. Oh joy! (No disrespect meant to any American readers reading this now)
-Martin and Douglas need 12 hours rest between flights. Is that normal? Or are they ''lazy, lazy pilots'' as Carolyn says?
-DOUGLAS: Ah, well, EasyJet, easy go.
-'Mr Leeman' is our main trouble-maker in this episode... even though he ends up... *abruptly stops typing* I'll tell you later.
-This Leeman bloke really is one utter clotpole! Having had his cigar/cigarette/cigarillo extinguished at disembarkation (by Carolyn putting it out in a glass of wine... though wouldn't the wine catch fire..?) he becomes desperate to have his bloody smoke, and so lights another one in the bathroom. (He put a paper cup over the smoke alarm, but evidently not well enough 'cause GERTI pretty much has a fit. She's a lot like the TARDIS actually... *cloister bell goes off - in this case an alarm in the pointy end* ALERT, ALERT, FIRE ON BOARD! ALERT! And thus, Martin has a hissy-fit.
-Leeman then refuses to come out the loo, Martin refuses to give Douglas his hat, Douglas refuses to take Martin's hat, and... yeah, a whole lot of refusing occurs. What fun.
-Martin therefore decides to take matters into his own hands and goes and talks to Mr Leeman, tries to get some sense into him. That... doesn't quite work out... LEEMAN: You think you can scare me by marching down here in your Fisher Price When-I-Grow-Up-I-Wanna-Be-A-Pilot costume? Give me a break! You’re not the commander of anything!
You’re a little guy who can’t get a game with the big boys and wears a
uniform like a rear admiral’s to make up for the fact that he’s
basically just a flying cabbie. Am I right?
MARTIN: No! No, you’re not right! You’re … (plaintively) … a very rude man. You can’t speak to me like that. I’m the captain!MR. LEEMAN (in a mock sympathetic voice): Okay, Captain, you run along now and, er … (he takes a drag on his cigar/cigarette/cigarillo) … try not to cry into any important equipment.
-The only book Arthur has ever read is White Fang. Twice.
-The fire warning light comes on again, Arthur bursts in with a fire extinguisher aaaaannnndddd.... gives Mr Leeman a heart-attack. Wonderful, huh?
-The rest of what occurs can be described in one word: utter chaos and pandemonium. Whoops, not one word. Sorry.
-They divert to Reykjavik. Then carry on to Boston. Then divert to Reykjavik. Then carry on to Boston. This, understandably, makes the tower lady all grouchy, and, not surprisingly, Douglas says:
-And thus, Arthur's eulogy ensues...:
-But not for long! Martin meets up with Douglas, Arthur and Carolyn at the airport next morning. Martin gets stopped being not allowed to take his nose hair strimmer on board. The colossal idiot then tells the airport dude that if he wanted to bring the plane down, there's a freaking axe on the flight deck. He then gets tackled to the ground and arrested for suspicion of terrorism. Like I said.
-So, that appears to be it. Hope you had fun reading this. I sure had fun writing it!
Leave comments on what you thought of this episode, I'll be tickled pink to know someone actually reads it. 'Sides Emily.
Until next time!
Jess out.
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