London Here I come

Changi Airport, T1.

9.10pm: Waiting in line to check in to my flight, I am reasonably concerned about the amount of children I see around me with tired, nonchalant parents. Cranky children. Screaming children. Naughty children. Of all ages. I beg the girl at the counter, for an aisle seat at the back.

She shakes her head.

A window seat.

She shakes her head again, without sympathy. Obviously the screaming broods of infants are getting to her too.

She said she'd talk to her supervisor to see what she can do. I am without hope as she walks across to see another pissed off looking ground crew chick person.

I discover I was right not to hope, when she returns.

Shit out of luck today.

Eventually, I resort to begging her to put me somewhere, ANYWHERE that doesn't have a child within a 6 seat radius of me, at least.

She gives me a thin smile, and just hands me my boarding pass.

I guess there's no chance of an upgrade then, huh?

10.15pm: Deliberating whether to eat or not. I dare say that if I purchase something here it will be the best and most reasonably priced asian food I will have for a long time. Right, having just written that, I am off to get some food.

Singapore Crabs

My cousin and her kids took me out for some famous Singapore Chilli Black Pepper Crab, and some other fantabulous seafood delights. Hell yeah!

Meanwhile, down the road, I wasn't too sure if they may have been stretching the truth a little on the name of this restaurant because it was empty.