For some curious reason I feel like typing a lot tonight, but I don’t have much to talk about.

Took the plane this morning from Manchester to Gatwick, then on to Marseilles. We (my brother and I) flew with BA, which, in these times of easyjet and ryanair, was surprisingly the cheapest option.

BA no low budget company and to be honest, you get what you pay for. We had a quick boarding, we chose our seats before the flight on the plane (the emergency exits of course, for leg room reasons) and we got through the whole shenanigans of having to take a flight fairly peacefully.

The food on the plane was quite edible, and free, and once we landed, we were off the flight and out of the airport in fifteen minutes – well under half the time it takes on a low budget flight.

However, it cost £85 one-way. When I was young (and at 20, I wouldn’t count myself that old just yet…), that was a great deal. Times have changed in a very quickly. Now, for example, the return journey cost £10 on ryanair – taxes included. The choice is fairly easy to make when it comes to flying – quality nearly always comes at too high a price, and it’s a crying shame.

Anyway, I’m in France now, just got back from a meal out in fact – good to catch up with various folks. I think I’m so stuffed I’m about to die.

Got back in to find my dad had got me a present from Vietnam, the national side’s football shirt. Those of you who know me will have never seen me in a football shirt before, and for good reason, I look absolutely fucking terrible. It’s the thought that counts though, and it’s a gift gracefully received (I also found out that he’s started reading this, so I’d better pipe down!).

The internet is still broken on my laptop, so I’m using my iPod touch to try and find answers – so far unsuccessfully. I hope tomorrow I can get this fixed, as the internet plays a pivotal role in what I have to do over this holiday. Things aren’t looking up.