The flight
It is a simple fact of life that all long-haul flights suck. There is just no such thing as an okay flight that is longer than two hours, with the possible exception of an overnight orgy of drugs and sex that just happens to touch down in Vienna. All that remains to talk about flights is how each one fulfilled its destiny of being torture on wings.

In my case, it took the form of a creature with all the cosmetic appearence of a cute Shirley-Temple-like four-vear-old girl but who had unfortunately been possessed by Satan for the duration of the flight. I'm sure I can leave you to fill in the blanks.