A bearable 23 hour flight which thankfully saw the five of us - Pete, Cossie, Azz, Emmo and myself treated to the comfort of emergency-exit seat living came to an end as we touched down at Heathrow airport, a nation where I would spend the best part of the next 12 months. The volume of alcohol that we had consumed had been adequately matched by the amount of water, and by heeding my mothers warnings, not only was I extremely well behaved on the flight, she would have been proud knowing I was able to have a relatively clear head when touching down in this foreign land. Until this time we had encountered no hiccups, apart from a dodgy Singapore Spicy Chicken Burger, which momentarily unsettled Pete’s stomach. That was until, our connecting flight to Manchester
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