V-Flyer

Hello my Son. Or Daughter.

Confess your travelling tales of embarrassment! We will not judge.

I'll start:


From hotel to airport to security to lounge to gate to flight to baggage reclaim to bus to ... "Do you know you're wearing your tshirt on inside out?"

Coming back from a few shopping days in NYC last Novemeber I was taken aside by security at EWR just short of the clubhouse.

Heart pounding and feeling very guilty I gasped as the security chap was signalling to his chest, I could barely hear his whispers but didn't feel I should ask him to speak up, after all I was probably going to be arrested for something.....his right arm continued to tap his chest and his nods became more pronounced, urging me to understand his gesticulating. Eventually he realised I wasn't getting his signals and he pointed to my left side. I looked down to see one of those strips you get on new clothes indicating size.....medium.

In my defence the VS18 was an early start and I wanted to look nice in one of the many newly acquired designer tops. At 4am I'd cut the tag from the inside but forgotten the sticky strip label on my left boob! Mr Marshy said he had noticed it but thought it was part of the design.

About three weeks ago in Italy having extensively explored the delights of Rome and even surpassing ourselves and getting the high speed train to Venice without a hitch, on our second day in venice we had just come back from a day of sunning, eating, walking, drinking and walking some more. We came up to the hotel reception where we were going to ask for restaurant recommendations and my wife decided to take the lead. In her tired and quite probably slightly inebriated state she asked calmly...'could you recommend another hotel to stay tonight'.....After what felt like ten minutes (actually only a couple of seconds) I burst in correcting her mistake. The looks we got...could've killed B)

Being told by the cabin crew after i had woken up from an alcohol induced coma "I was singing in my sleep"