I can never fly economy again

The best thing about Business Class is, quite obviously, the free bar.

I realise that the kind of people who can afford these tickets don't care one way or another about the price of booze, but within me lies an eternal student I guess, because I was all over that bar at the first class airport lounge like a drunk in, er, a first class airport lounge. It isn't even staffed. You just walk around and help yourself. No measures or anything, just free-pour bottles. Like being at a really great party, only without all that fag-ash in the ice bucket.

Unfortunately, the high-class drinking binge did nothing to calm my fear of flying. I nearly had a full-blown panic attack when I realised the pilot was female. Fuck, I had to take some deep breaths. Bjarni, appalled by the chauvinist pig in me, made me toast our free champagne to equal rights. I was too terrified to object.

To equal rights!