My flight to Singapore was rather unpleasant. For the 8 and a bit hour duration of the flight I was squashed next to two hulk-like “mixed martial arts*” referees in economy with one of those delightful entertainment boxes at my feet meaning I had no ability to stretch my legs. Ironically, my own entertainment screen was only able to muster a mixture of green and purple lines that, while curious, could not keep me occupied for the duration of the journey. I’ve never had much of a stomach for avant garde video installations.

As if Qantas had learnt of my displeasure, or perhaps in just in a heavy-handed dose of karma, I’m typing this from my Business Class skybed on my way back to Sydney**. All on an economy ticket. That’s right – a double upgrade. Oh what a difference my newly earned Silver Frequent Flyer status makes.

I just finished dinner, during which I skilfully let my iPhone slide between the seat panels (the horrors of infinitely configurable seating). After a good 15 minutes of sliding my hand down places that haven’t been touched since this seat was installed and touching all horrors of discarded human paraphernalia, I managed to claw my phone back. My neighbour even woke up at some point to give me assistance, adding “it was only an old one, time to get the new one.” Yeah, thanks for the sterling advice Mr. Platinum (yes, I saw you dangle your boarding pass around).

Of course, I’ll come crashing back down to earth (only figuratively, I hope), when I take to the skies next weekend in Economy heading back to Singapore.

* After viewing some videos of “mixed martial arts” provided by the guys I am not sure what the referees actually judge, because it seems like a brutal pub brawl to me.

** And subsequently posted four days later.