SleazyJet

Our flight home from Istanbul was delayed, meaning we missed our connection to Edinburgh and ended up stranded in Amsterdam for the night.

Sitting on the bus waiting to get shepherded off to the airport hotel, I had to endure two David-Brent-on-lard 'business' men slavering all over a similarly stranded young Australian lady.

As we ate our complimentary dinner, I overheard the chap on the right call his wife and tell her what a drag it all was. This was in stark contrast to the planned all-night drinking sessions and mini-bar destruction I had heard him boasting to the blonde chick about not thirty minutes earlier.