What a heel.

Why is it that Aussie and Kiwi men deem it fair game to get their filthy great trotters out - just when all around them, civilised people in the lounge are tucking into their lemon cheesecakes and charcuterie boards. We've just arrived at a chocka Air New Zealand lounge, ready to tuck into a nice pre flight supper when I glance over to see the knucklehead next to me with his paws proudly parked on top of his sports bag - he's absolutely ruined it for me - as there's no way now that I can face those crackers and cheese.