Remember, dahrlings, when airlines roared "I am the fairest because of my great fares!" "No, me! I have perfect seat pitch!" "But I'm much more rewarding after a long ride". And meow it went.
Nowadays, PJ's are where the tread hits the road warrior. Yes, pumpkins, according to reports, the competition over who's got the best flannel is creating a PJ power struggle. One headline reads “Emirates and other premium airlines jostle for pyjama supremacy”.
In other pants, Pumpkins, flying in a Virgin onesie is what your corporates long for. (It's also how they can ensure they stay one for the duration of the flight).
How far the mighty have fallen, dahrlings. Gone is the swagger of settling in for a long airborne seduction. Now, visions of a sweligant Emirates lounge soaring through the stratosphere with a bunch of pantywaists sipping warm milk in their bunny slippers fill my nightmares.
Have I mentioned those things are unisex, dahrlings? The PJ’s. I can’t speak for the road runts. Anyone ever heard of Victoria’s Secret? Perhaps a line of Ivanna's Pyjamas is what's needed. Some frequent travellers have enjoyed slipping into those now and again.
