Zero Hour

By the time we got on the plane from Heathrow to Nairobi, I’d had 4 hours sleep in 3 days. I passed out within minutes of having fastened my seat belt, waking suddenly as the plane built up speed to take off, wondering what the hell was going on. Then a small rush of panic hit me as I realised this was not a dream. Then I calmed down again as I remembered that this was, in fact, a good idea. Hopefully.

Burn After Reading was our selection from the in flight entertainment. I had been curious about the review I’d heard on Radio 1 (playing in an outdoor shop in Scotland), suspecting that they were talking out of their ass (‘too zany’ had been the conclusion). They were indeed talking out of their ass, it was pretty good. Actually, I can’t say that because I was asleep by the end. And as Alex will tell you, in my opinion, you can’t have an opinion about a film you haven’t seen in its entirety.

But it was a crap sleep, my body longed for a position it simply couldn’t achieve, but it was good enough for the hours to pass quickly and suddenly we were 45 minutes from Nairobi. My hands began to sweat.