Wolf Creek meets Red Eye

Back in the office suffering from jetlag after staying awake all the way across the Indian Ocean and dogedly watching Cheaper by the Dozen 2. The reason for my current diet of coffee and neurofen is a guy named Jeff. This creep from Melbourne sat next to me on the plane and kept on bringing up the Mile High Club:

"have you ever joined the Mile High Club?" (ummmm...no!) "Hmm, the line at the toilet seems to be quite long, I think joining the Mile High Club right now would be difficult" (????) and then, suddenly, with no warning "what is the most interesting place you've ever had sex?".

I gave him a lecture about HIV and he seemed to think I was telling him that we weren't going to be joining the Mile High Club on this flight because he'd failed to bring any condoms with him.

There was no way I was going to sleep on that flight!