OPINION
Ed Cumming is a Senior Feature Writer for The Telegraph.
Too many travellers overindulge at the airport bar or on their flight and arrive miserably hungover.
On a long-haul flight not long ago, I found myself next to a middle-aged woman who was seated apart from her partner and teenage children. I offered to move, but all parties seemed happy with the arrangement. It was soon clear why. At the first pass of the trolley my neighbour requested a gin and tonic. The steward had barely asked if she wanted ice and lemon with that before she had disappeared the drink, like a magician, and asked for another. After the gin came the wine with dinner, three miniatures in total.
During the night I dozed off, only to be woken by a curious jabbing sensation. I looked up to find that my neighbour was attempting to plug her headphones into me. I gently redirected her to the appropriate socket while she mumbled an apology. I went back to sleep, only to wake again to find her head conked out on my shoulder.