Just reserved a seat for one in the I-hope-it’s-purple cabin of a Virgin Atlantic plane, which shall wing its way from boring, tedious, probably shitty-weathered old O’Hare to Heathrow’s hopefully-not-so-broken-as-T5 Terminal 3, the Saturday after my 31st birthday. I cannot wait to learn my plane’s name! (Sadly, it will not be Unicorn Chaser, as she […]