Right, well, now that I've sorted all the photos for the day job, here are the rest for your enjoyment. As it turned out, I ran into kiwi and others who will remain nameless on the walkaround at WLG, so it was pretty interesting to see what everyone else was saying about it. "What the hell, this is tiny, how do they expect me to sit in this seat" seemed to be the crux of it, really. For me, I am just stunned that they decided on this maddening pitch. I know I'm shaped more for opera than for speed, but seriously, there is no way that I could open the tray table fully, let alone a laptop. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. Apparently I'm supposed to be able to fit my legs under that middle section for nibbles and a game of Scrabble. Perhaps if I cut off my legs. No, really. CUT OFF MY LEGS. I guess that would also help with not knocking my knees against the seat in front. Hey, aren't my shoes awesome? I love these boots something hardcore. The thing I love most about flying is the view. Oh, wait, never mind.