Sooooo...as part of the recovery process, large G+Ts are required.
As the missus is somewhat tender, I have been going to the bar.
On my last trip back, I gazed up and blurted out "Hi, Neil".
"Hi,TMR" he replied.
I work with about 250 other blokes at Gatwick, but the odds of meeting one on holiday must be pretty low.
And do you know what the first thing we talked about was? Yup...how the gay Cypriot baggage handlers unload the planes...