A Love Letter to EasyJet
They should be called 'DifficultJet' instead (ha ha ha I'm so funny where's my spot on Live at the Apollo already?) I am an impatient person. Waiting is irritating, having nothing to do is irritating, and nothing bores me more than sitting around a setting like an airport (can we also take a moment to slag off how outrageously unfair it is that Bristol airport only allows for TWO HOURS free Wi-Fi?) with no one to talk to and only a Closer magazine to read. I am writing this because last year, as I'm sure anyone who's ever spoken to me will know, I had a flight from Nice to Newcastle that was cancelled. Full-on cancelled, my first ever holiday as an independent adult and literally the worst thing that could have happened happened, leaving me stranded in France and delaying my time of making it home by 53 hours. Cue myself and my friend Charlotte queuing at EasyJet customer services for FIVE BLOODY HOURS while the unbelievably rude French staff - and there wer...