As we sit in Dalaman airport - on the floor, having been raped to the tune of 42 quid for exceeding our baggage weight allowance, I can feel my normal calm demeanour going west. Young's Ordinary may have to wait a bit longer, as I think I may kick the sh1t out of the obnoxious check-in clerk soon.
And the ordered taxi didn't turn up to take us from the hotel to the airport...
The one I hired, mind you, got us here faster than the Milennium Falcon.
We are meant to take off in five minutes, but we haven't even boarded yet.