Get dressed you merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay For it is Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas day It’s Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas day It is Chri-ih-ih-ih-ih-istmas day, Christ-eh-mas day, It is Chri-ih-ih-ih-ih-ih-istmas day
Sometimes in life, I feel it’s important, as we are borne along by a constant tide of events; as we are bombarded with information and opinion on all sides, and try hopelessly to synthesise from it some sort of reasonably coherent personal philosophy; as we wrestle with our worries, our hopes and our fears for ourselves, our families, for mankind itself… that we find a moment to pause amidst the hurley-burley, and say, simply:
DOUGLAS: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, we’re now about half way through our flight from Hong Kong to Limerick. And I just thought I’d let you know that I am bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored! We’re, unbelievably, still flying over Russia, which continues to be stupidly big, really enormous, far bigger than necessary. We’ve been in the air now for about a week. It doesn’t look like we’ll be landing until the last syllable of recorded time. So if anyone on board knows any card tricks, ghost stories or would like to have some sex, please do make your way to the flight deck. Thank you.
MARTIN: Err, ladies and gentlemen, I do…I do profoundly apologize for my first officer and his badly misjudged attempt at humour. I do hope you weren’t distressed by his outburst. And, and let me just say, in his defence, that up here in the flight deck it is unbelievably bor-ring!