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I have to ask myself this question: is this it? Is this what this is? Follow the sun to its source, keep on running around the curve… to the place where it always rises, where it ultimately rises? A non-stop jumbo ride, all services offered. Black or white? Your coffee, stupid. Black or white? For the journey that doesn’t end.

    Please fasten your seatbelts, we are heading for turbulence. Should last about thirty or forty years, most of your life in fact. What am I saying? This is your life. A cardboard salad and a sick bag, wax-lined. An inflight magazine… why do they bother?

    Ping!

    ‘For your information, there are smoke detectors in the toilets. ’

    Ping!

    ‘In the event of a loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will fall from the compartment above you. ’

    Ping!  

    ‘Please ignore everything I say. It’s all useless anyway. ’

    Ping!

    ‘Wait until the party really starts kids! Plummeting at four hundred miles a second towards God’s green earth, wind in your hair, yee-ha. Wind in your face Ma, top-down. The plane ripped open like a can of sardines. Stars in your hair baby! A loss of cabin pressure!’

    Ping!

    ‘Are those your chicken hands on cold aluminium, sir? Is that your hair standing on end, sir? Get a grip man! We’re going in! Hold on for your life! Jee-sus! What was that? A meteor? A seat? A headrest? An-fucking-air-hostess? Top o’ the world Ma! Eating the fucking wind Ma!’