I am not ordinarily given to bad language on this blog, but I didn't sleep well last night, mornings are not my forte and, key, this, I woke up to the news that Ryanair has changed my 1115 flight to 0710. No, there is no right to a refund & in any case I've already booked the hotel.
Decades ago now, that company screwed me over royally as those exploitative bastards do all the time. Fascinating Aida's most popular song is probably still Cheap Flights. The pity of Michael O'Leary, that national disgrace, is that he thinks his contemptible jokes about his business practices are funny. The Guardian, calls them, merely "daft". I can only explain this indulgence in the light of liberal professional Guardian readers (or at least their hacks) being so comfortably arranged they can afford the airlines that are a cut above the scum the rest of us take and can therefore laugh expansively at the 'jokes' that reveal the values, business culture & sharp practice of Michael O'Leary. The pity of him is that he symbolises the grasping selfishness that has brought this dying old world to its knees.
I am sure I swore I would never fly with Lyanair / Eire-O-Flop again, but time is a slippery old bugger, the old grey cells are not all that they were & when, on dwindling resources, you are desperate to take your son to France so he sees the point of studying French & takes forward an obvious linguistic flair, you can end up reneging on your more youthful fervour. I tried alternatives, but we just couldn't afford the 500 odd quid Easyjet wanted to take us from Scotland to France. I know middle class local Greens who smugly say they only take the train nowadays, but price again precludes the train for us & trying to persuade a 12 year old that a 1000 miles (twice) on a bus is actually going to be fun is a total non-starter.
Driving that distance on your own in a ten year old car, seemed to be asking for trouble, never mind obviously exhausting. Now those Irish cunts have changed the mid morning flight I paid more for so that we wouldn't have to get up at christ-o-clock & pay an airport hotel into the bargain. So I'm saying it once and for all. I will never fly with those fuckers again.
