I was once flying long haul from London to Cape Town...
When a passenger on the other side of the aisle alerted the stewardess to a fully formed hard poo that was on the floor. Whether it escaped from the toilet or a passengers arse we shall never know. And yes, it was a real poo. This was confirmed by the lady who squealed like a pig when she picked it up.

Another time i was flying the stewardess told me this story. She said that a womens husband had died while she was on holiday. The husband was duly put in a coffin and was due to travel in the hold of the plane. The women upon checking in was overweight and was told that she would have to pay. She said she didn't. The argument being that she could use her husbands baggage allowance as he didn't have any.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Mon 18 Apr 2011, 17:02, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

that would be as opposed to the magic space-time wormhole
that allows you to fly short haul from London to Cape Town, amiright?
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Mon 18 Apr 2011, 17:05, Reply)

Was it you?
It was you, wasn't it?
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Mon 18 Apr 2011, 17:15, Reply)