I’d made that choice on the basis that the system told me it was about wrestling. Picture my horror, then, when I realise it’s about proper wrestling rather than professional wrestling. Don’t I realise this stuff isn’t fake? Damn it. But I persevered anyway and it’s a pretty decent feel good movie. The bloke who plays the high-falutin’ lawyer or politician or whatever he is in Billions is in it, and I much prefer him in the film. He’s my least favourite character in Billions. What’s his name, Giamatti? Paul Giamatti? Something like that.
I dozed off a few times on the ascent, and the crew member decided it was the right thing to do to prod me and wake me up. I found it a bit startling tbh, but since she was also giving me nuts and champagne I was hardly going to complain.
The worst thing about the film was actually one of the funniest things too: the dubbing. Qatar Airways seem not to approve of swearing in English language movies, and whoever supplies these modified versions doesn’t try very hard to find voiceover staff who sound anything like the actors being dubbed. Reminded me of hearing an out of place “maggot farmer!” in Heartbreak Ridge when it was on pre-watershed once upon a time.
Small prawn thing arrives as an amuse bouche.
The parsnip soup looks like a badly drawn map of the world, but tastes like parsnip soup. It’s lovely.
The mezze is great.
And the butternut squash main is glorious. Probably the healthiest main course I’ve ever deliberately chosen on a long haul flight.
First things first, I need a bunch of electronics out. It’s a real faff to find the plug sockets on these older seats, and one of the crew takes a good 3 or 4 minutes to plug the charge in for me in the seat next to me.
I don’t even get a safety briefing, which is a bit of a surprise but not exactly a hardship. As we taxi and take off I’m talking to myself out loud, because why the fuck not? I have all this damn space to myself!