Why I want to be owed a TV but I am not really. But really think I should get something for the effort.

So firstly i need to apologise to my Mum for not letting anyone know i have landed safely, i have had the most busiest week at work ever so been working and sleeping thats about it.
So as some of you know I was back in good old blighty for 2 weeks on a holiday sorry to those I did not get a chance to see. (it was great to see all of those people that I did get to see)
Except for the weather and me getting a cold and the cost of actually getting there, I really enjoyed my time hopefully see you all at Christmas.

Get to the point I hear you say OK OK

On my last night in Blighty I had a very pleasant evening with Camille a friend of Walker and we chatted about the finer points in life and really felt we touched home on what life is really about and dwelled on life's rich tapestry it was all very amicable until good old Camille dropped the gauntlet and challenged me.. I'm not sure how but we got onto the topic of irritating passengers and you know how a silly conversation develops well I must admit I did not see this coming and I'm normally quite good well what was the challenge.....

My challenge was I had to draw a moustache or something similar in permanent pen on a sleeping passengers face and then take a photo.... if I did and sent her a photo she would buy me a TV for my new little cottage. I am not one to normally turn down a challenge but I could see many downsides to this like trying to explain to the South Africa Police why I was graffiti ing other passengers, if you can come up with a good reason you are a better person than I. but never the less no challenge is to great for challenge Kat (it’s a bit like challenge Anaker but with out the Lycra jump suit) (and my name is not Anaker) (but other than that it’s the same) so off I go to tesco at 23h30 to look for a suitable piece of stationary, good old tesco it never lets you down I found the perfect black thick nip pen.

The next day I board the plane feeling very nervous as if I am committing some crime of national security, but armed with my newly bought pen and my trusty phone camera I take my seat, eyeing up all the passengers for a suitable victim, all the passengers are seated, I am on the left hand side of the plane in an aisle seat of 3, to my left is an irritating women who I would have loved to go wild Picasso style on but she was with her fella who was sitting on her left so I think it would have looked a bit obvious who would have done it, so shes out. Across the aisle is a crazy German in a vest and camo pants but he already had a moustache so that’s him out. I turn around there are 2 rows of seats behind me then it’s the toilets and the back of the plain so to limit the number of possible witnesses ,I know it has to be the remaining 4 people that are between me and the toilets the place that I will dispose of all the evidence. So now I must observe my unwilling victims but I must do this with out looking weird there is nothing that shouts crazy more than a 23 yr old peeking over the back of her chair for 11 hours. So I had regular bathroom visits (better to have a bladder problem than to seem crazy) and lots of standing up doing those silly exercises they show you on the in flight video.
Well I think I must have been flying with a load of people going to an insomniacs convention these bastards would not sleep at all. So now the reason I was getting up so much was not just to spy on the passengers is was to keep me awake so that I did not ruin all hope of a TV it got to a point when I was mentally counting the amount of money I had in my bag to see if it was enough to bribe someone to let me do it just so I could sleep but I don’t think they would have agreed for R10 a padlock key and a chappie wrapper. So it was back to the people watching, this was taking to long my nerves were going and then that was it I bottled it, I just couldn’t go through with it. but I don’t just give up on things I made another plan the guy behind me was asleep and the guy to his right across the aisle if I could just get a photo of him I could then Photoshop a pen moustache and Camille would never know.

Do you know how hard it is to take a photo of a random stranger in a dark plane with out looking like a terrorist? Do you well I am positive this one chick on the last row she was really worried. I was doing extravagant stretches snapping away pretending to look at my teeth in the screen whilst snapping away itching my leg and then my foot whilst snapping away all the while she was staring at me with that look of I have my finger on the panic button I can call help with my little light above my head in her eye so after about 10 mins of looking stupid and highly suspicious I sat down and started to look at the photos I have taken, But the cow next to me has woken up and I think she is looking over my shoulder at what I am doing quick open solitaire on my phone and pretend I hope I am not busted am I going to get arrested? Not one photo is any good all they are is black Hmmmm what to do so I tried another 2 times to get a photo all the while little miss suspicious insomniac at the back of the plane is staring at me.

But alas we land I manage to not get arested or accosted by Miss suspicious and go through my photos to find not one photo I can even slightly lighten to give the effect of a challenge won.

So Camille I have failed your challenge but I gave it a good go!