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I'm a monster.

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Paul Miller
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Flew home on a transatlantic flight the other night. Thought I'd get comfortable so I took my shoes off. It felt good.

Sharing that makes me feel better too, much like allowing the rest of the cabin to inhale my foot odour aided my comfort at altitude.
 
When in Rome...

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I specifically bring my own in-flight attire with me on long haul flights. This includes a sweatshirt, joggers, shorts and flight-socks.

As soon as I get on the plane, I establish my zone of comfort around my seating area, including having all items to had as required during the flight, such as headphones, book, snacks and refreshment. Next I de-shoe and take whichever in-fight attire I deem most appropriate for the journey into the toilet. As a rule, this is generally shorts and flight socks. I change out of my clothing into t-shirt/sweatshirt and shorts, and change my socks. I settle back into my seat and make my entertainment choices for the flight (no, this does not involve custard).

There was one occasion flying back into London when I had forgotten my shorts so improvised by wearing my blanket and taking off my jeans. I awoke to the stewardess attempting to remove my blanket as we were about to begin the approach to descent. A quite vicious tug-of-war ensued which was tempered by my then girlfriend explaining the situation to the stewardess, which I hadn't been able to in my newly-awoke mindset.
 
I specifically bring my own in-flight attire with me on long haul flights. This includes a sweatshirt, joggers, shorts and flight-socks.

As soon as I get on the plane, I establish my zone of comfort around my seating area, including having all items to had as required during the flight, such as headphones, book, snacks and refreshment. Next I de-shoe and take whichever in-fight attire I deem most appropriate for the journey into the toilet. As a rule, this is generally shorts and flight socks. I change out of my clothing into t-shirt/sweatshirt and shorts, and change my socks. I settle back into my seat and make my entertainment choices for the flight (no, this does not involve custard).

There was one occasion flying back into London when I had forgotten my shorts so improvised by wearing my blanket and taking off my jeans. I awoke to the stewardess attempting to remove my blanket as we were about to begin the approach to descent. A quite vicious tug-of-war ensued which was tempered by my then girlfriend explaining the situation to the stewardess, which I hadn't been able to in my newly-awoke mindset.
Pretty sure that’s a fetish you were just playing up to....

@Danishfurniturelover will no doubt know what it’s called.
 
I'm going to merge this thread with "Sick sick world what is wrong with people"
Before you do that, consider the following:

Both Matt and Emma Willis have now breathed in my foot odour. Wasn't sure who they were until the wife mentioned it - a quick Google tells me that he was in something that pretended to be a band. She, on the other hand, used to be Emma Griffiths - someone upon whom I very much wanted to place a sex bomb back in the day.
 
Before you do that, consider the following:

Both Matt and Emma Willis have now breathed in my foot odour. Wasn't sure who they were until the wife mentioned it - a quick Google tells me that he was in something that pretended to be a band. She, on the other hand, used to be Emma Griffiths - someone upon whom I very much wanted to place a sex bomb back in the day.

How many towels?
 
Before you do that, consider the following:

Both Matt and Emma Willis have now breathed in my foot odour. Wasn't sure who they were until the wife mentioned it - a quick Google tells me that he was in something that pretended to be a band. She, on the other hand, used to be Emma Griffiths - someone upon whom I very much wanted to place a sex bomb back in the day.


I’ll just leave this here for you....

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My how lovely she looks with that red hair...
 
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