Australia, July 2015 Doha, got you all in check
The fear is eased even more by this wallet. I am expecting someone to grab me and lead me through like I'm important.
I take a shitload of photos. The seat controls, the legroom, the window controls, the inflight entertainment screen, the amenity kit, the menu. The kit is actually pretty ropey - it's Giorgio Armani which sounds good, but all it has is shaving cream and after shave and some socks and eye mask. I want none of these things. Where's the toothbrush?
We're taking a long time to board so another champagne arrives, and a hot towel (I could have chosen cold). The food and drinks menus are already in the magazine pocket and I browse them all, and suddenly get really hungry. Being a tiny bit pissed is helping that feeling along.
We push back a little late and the cabin is heaving. I forget, because I'm a spoilt bastard, that you don't get true privacy in business class but that is probably the most churlish thing I've ever felt. The seat is fantastic. I haven't yet figured out how to bring up the arm rest but it can wait.
Time comes to put everything in airplane mode and I realise I have a stupid amount of things to do this wth: iPhone, iPad, Microsoft band, Pebble watch, and .. me! Now that all the panic is over and I have boarding passes for the whole journey, not to mention champagne, I am properly relaxed.
I choose my food and tell them I'd like champagne once we're in the air. Disappointingly I have to settle for the rose because the Brut has run out already. Goddamn these thirsty Swedes. The IFE handset is clearly an android thing and i spend ages playing with it and adding stuff I want to watch to my playlist. I've no idea where the headphones are but want to use my own anyway (later I discover they are in my armrest).
I figure I'll watch Birdman, and some documentaries about Bletchley Park and that The Jinx. Food arrives and is fantastic, in particular the vegetarian main made of beetroot and rice and stuff. A trip to the loo reveals the location of the toothbrushes and also that row 6 is fucking awesome for a couple possibly the best seats I've yet to see. Helen, we need to sit in row 6 on a QR 787! Take note!
The Bletchley Park documentary about Tutte and Flowers is great. The Jinx is better. I fall asleep during the second episode having finished all my courses. Upon waking I request a glass of port and watch it again, plus the third. And now I really want to watch more episodes, but that's it on Oryx so I need to get on Netflix, stat.