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I want to murder your children

Melbourne to Singapore and the airport butterfly garden

As mentioned above, my 7.5 hour flight from Melbourne to Singapore was completely full, full of sickly horrible children.
Despite having a roomy seat, good food and all the ameneties you could want, the experience was cataclysmically bad.

First of all, some slight humor, before I describe in detail how I fantasized for hours about strangling small children.
Across the aisle from me there was an older Australian couple, heading off to a week in Singapore, the man was loudly telling every stewardess all he was going to do was pull up a stool at the Raffles club and drink Singapore slings until he passes out.
Well he and his wife decided to start early, and kept demanding drink after drink, they actually give you spirits in economy class.
Eventually they decided to stop serving them drinks, but then the next shift started and she gave them more, the main guy came over and told her in Chinese not to give these people any more alcohol because they are too drunk and getting silly - direct translation.
This had some of the Chinese speaking people nearby and me who pretends to speak Chinese laughing under our breath. Thats my 'I can speak Chinese' brag out of the way already.
Not to worry, a few minutes later the guy got up and retrieved a bottle of Johnny Walker from his hand luggage and they started drinking that out of a plastic tea cup.

My drunk countrymen were nothing though, nothing compared to the horror of horrible children.
How can you scream for 8 hours and not die? or be killed?
All around me children were competing to see who could be the most annoying, children too old to be behaving in such a manner.
One particular little girl would scream for an hour then start hurling abuse at her father, and he was even more useless, after every abusive thing she said he just would say 'enough' over and over.
Then this girl would fake choking and coughing fits, whilst the father yelled STOP NOW! STOP, STOP, STOP IT, NOW STOP, STOP NOW!

Meanwhile behind me, another child, screaming the whole time, was allowed to pull the remote thing out of the back of the seat, which is attached by a cable, and throw it around and pull on it, and scream into it.
He did this for at least 6 hours and the cable never broke! Fantastic engineering really when you think about it.
Finally, another little girl nearby seriously had whooping cough, and all the stewardesses fussed over her endlessly.
I wanted to throw all three of them out of the door at 40,000 feet.

Now I am in Singapore, for 5 hours, walking endlessly in a semi zombified state. Although I had an emergency, I needed to get my steps goal on my watch before midnight Melbourne time because I remember changing time zones on my watch causes a days data to be lost.
I just made it.