Don’t ever fly First Class. It’ll wreck your future trips “in the hold”. Gerry and I were upgraded to First Class for our 9-hour trans-Atlantic flight a few days ago and Oh My Goodness! They feed you until you could burst and ply you with drink. Then they tip you back in your recliner seat and cover you with a duvet – forget those see-through rags you have to fight for in Row 23 — a DUVET for Pete’s sake! Yes sir. No Madam. More drinks? Appetizers? Hot snacks? Ice cream and Fresh Baked Cookies!? With one hand gripping the remote control on your personal TV and the other stuffing your face as fast as you can, time literally flies! When we got to Toronto we changed planes. We had to sit with the commoners for our last 4 hours to Calgary, I couldn’t face it. Hello Gravol (a.k.a. Dramamine). Goodnight.