Bazar Encounter

I spent the next 20 hours trying not to breathe on her baby and working out whether I should tell her that I knew who she was.

I'd had to go to the doctor to get a note saying I could fly.

I had glandular fever (picked up from an unwashed cup in a backpacker's hostel, not from all the Swedish blokes I'd been snogging) but was just well enough to fly halfway round the world, from Sydney to London.

So they put me in the "problem" row by the bulkhead, between two tiny babies and their anxious mothers.

After about an hour on board, I realized that one of the mothers was "Thereza Bazar":http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thereza_Bazar from Dollar, a cheesy '70s pop band, taking her newborn back to the UK to meet its grandparents.

I spent the next 20 hours trying not to breathe on her baby and working out whether I should tell her that I knew who she was.

I suppose it gave me something to do.

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