Spain was great... back to reality and the mundane already!

This was the first time I flew with Ryan Air... OMG! What a cattle train. I paid for priority seating, which actually meant I was standing (saving on the need to provide seats) at the front of the queue with the others (about 1/3rd go the cargo... oops I mean passengers). It was a bit like the start of the London marathon. The fastest runners are placed at the head of the race; they are followed by the serious amateurs and bringing up the rear the hoi polloi. RA ground staffs mingles with carg... er… passengers tearing off the priority section of the ticket, the ticket that YOU have to print out from their email (another saving, on paper and ink this time). The shout then goes out “Priority cargo… err… passengers “ (sorry, joke a bit laboured , I will cease immediately) “ready to board… wait for it, wait for it… NOW!”
I was not prepared for the sudden mad sprint to the plane. Shouting ‘FREE DESIGNER SHOES’ to a crowd of fashion conscious females would not have produced a more frantic response. I would have worn my running shoes had I known.
On the plane it was, sit down, buckle up,
‘Drink?’
'yes please. G&T'
‘£8 please’
‘Er, coffee?’
‘£4’
‘Costa Rican ground?’
‘Wot? No, Instant!’
‘Water then.’
‘£2’
‘Natural fresh spring?’
’ fresh tap?’
I gave up!