L.O.L.

Sunday 29th November 2009, 7pm, Bangkok.

I had 11 hours to kill on the flight to Bangkok, so decided to watch Sacha Baron Cohen's Bruno. I'd loved Borat but never got round to seeing the next one in the cinema. I have friends who won't watch a comedy at the cinema with me because I laugh too loudly and Í've always thought their embarassment misplaced and maybe unfair! However, I'm starting to think they may have a point.

Man that film was funny. I laughed like I was on my own, I flinched, I covered my face in my hands, I squealed, and I prayed that no one in the seats adjacent to mine was peering across at my screen during the numerous gay sex scenes or gratuitous close-up penis shots. Thankfully for my modesty though, most other passengers were fast asleep whilst I flew over Kabul, cackling at bondage incidents and Mexican furniture people.

Not everyone was asleep though. A male air steward on the night shift was quite visibly delighted by my own animated display - so much so that he spent the duration of the film and indeed the remainder of the flight after that sneaking me exclusive and delicious treats from the 1st class kitchen without any request or need for hinting from myself. So while I chewed away on Green & Black's dark chocolate and Parma ham salad and pineapple pudding, he told me that it was nice to see someone enjoy themself, and he liked that I'm 'not afraid to laugh out loud'.

Far more scary, I told him, to never find anything to laugh about, to be able to contain yourself - that is something to be really afraid of. Then he went away and brought me back some ice cream and a big mug of coffee - a kindred spirit I think.