A Banolphin?

Due to popular demand (well one person asked nicely), another banana themed blip.

Not sure which story to run with today, the guy who had 'happy time' on a flight next to a lady friend of mine or the irony of the people who paid for priority boarding on the Ryanair flight from Nimes and found themselves queuing at the front steps of the aircraft whilst those of us who didn't cough up the extra followed immediately after them, saw the queue so took the rear steps instead  and were sat in our seats seat belts fastened before they had even stepped through the door of the aircraft. 

Priority boarding only made sense when seats weren't pre-allocated. Why do people part with good money to receive no benefits in return.

Looks like I've chosen which story to share. Re - the happy time story which my friend shared on Facebook, the best question came from Gisela who wondered what he did with his 'happy juice'. I did ask Annika if she had checked her handbag. Gross