I have declared my official hatred toward all Airlines and all airline ticket sellers.

Point blank. Hate.

I dont have the £££'s to fling around securing the best seats, nor do I have the savvy to spot the time wasters from the real McCoy. I've followed freaky links, endured endless pop-ups and tolerated the most annoying sound bites in an effort to ensure that Beloved and I can get to Australia without burning a hole in the side of our pockets.

I've been on the phone to the whole industry, to no avail.

It's actually cheaper to get an "around the world" ticket, than it is to get a one-way ticket from Brisbane to London. Some executive somewhere is rubbing his hands with glee, while the rest of the people in cattle class have to pay through the nose for the privlige of sitting in the same seat for 24 hours, in a pressurised, sanitised, homogenised flying tin can.

Remind me why I'm going?