Where have all the Ukrainians gone?

4 October, 2007 at 9:52 am (aerosvit, moosh) (, , , , )

Was what I was pondering yesterday.

OK so this post isn’t about men in uniform making you go weak at the knees, or wanking, but it does fit nicely into the fwappability category. Well, my fwappability category anyway.

I was, in fact in Birmingham Airport yesterday. Quite innocently. And whilst I was there, I couldn’t actually help but think back to the new year shenanigans and related Ukrainian-sniffing.

Much to my own surprise, I found myself wandering over to the Swissport desk. To ask them what, god only knows, but before I knew it I was stood there. Thankfully something in my brain managed to engage before I started asking bizarre and babbling questions about Aerosvit’s flying schedule to the person behind the counter. It could quite possibly have had something to do with the fact that the sign above them which reads “Handling agents for the following airlines” was quite distinctly missing an entry for Aerosvit. Boo. It made me sad…as well as slightly less guilty for stealing a set of the in-flight cutlery. *cough*

Back in reality, it was time to meet the flight I’d gone there to meet and so took my place by the international arrivals; more or less where he had stood. It gave me a really odd feeling, like a ghost feels I’d imagine – forever pacing corridors that they walked in real life. I told myself I’d better get a grip.

Armed with this new found reality and grippedness, I decided on the following:

I:

  • Will start looking for a new job (seriously this time, not just thumb through The Citizen idly)
  • Will tidy up my car again
  • Will stop wanting to smoke cigarettes when drunk
  • Will stop thinking about wanting to smoke cigarettes when drunk
  • Will *try* to be sensible for at least 5 minutes a day
  • Will stop panicking about being nearly 30. Gaaaaaaaaaah! (starting from tomorrow)
  • Will lose that elusive 1/2 stone
  • Will travel the rest of the world. Alone if I don’t ever find anyone with as itchy feet as me
  • Will write brilliantly brilliant, sucessful number one sellling book
  • Will stop writing lists (again, starting from tomorrow)

 -moosh

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