Air accidental
 

One of my younger friends surprised me, over the port and Havana, with the comment that when coming into land (no euphemisms intended) on commercial passenger flights he has to contend with an erection (his own and for which he did not indent) and suggested this is common, with the male of the species devising camouflage techniques to hide the embarrassment while accessing the overhead locker.

He puts this down to the change in pressure. I pointed out that the mechanism is not gas driven but hydraulic and that any effect would have been to decrease the differential pressure blood/cabin. That argument, however, cut no mustard.

Is it perhaps a problem of those who travel steerage? I have avoided travel at my own expense and in my day Supers flew Club where the booze was free and may have countered any inflationary pressures.

Commentary welcomed.

It's the 'Lazy Lob' syndrome all over again......


JJ.

How well I remember the scourge of involuntary erections! I seemed to spend half my life making my way from the front of a bus to the rear platform, holding something strategically or hunched double to hide the priapic beast that used to live down the front of my trousers.

Lazy lob be damned! He was eager for work, though he got very little. I wonder where he is now?

Send me over a bottle of that Port, it sounds just the stuff to liven up the conversation at a stuffy dinner party.
Dangerous to sup in a public house as there's little cover for a touch of tumescence.
This sounds like the kind of thing Young Sirs are taught to handle at Public Schools.

I can recall a beautiful hostess on a Virgin flight who appeared in my fantasy dream, alas that is all it ever was, a dream but boy WHAT a dream. :supercool:

I seem to remember one airline the states (I think it was Southwest Airlines) where the stewardesses wore hotpants. The fight was for an aisle seat on those flights. I flew home from Beaumont, Texas once and was unlucky enough to get a window seat for the first part of the journey. :confused:

You get you own Port E-S (if you are approached by Pieroth then I would advise the only product they have worth the hassle of engaging with them is the Rochas Tawny). I have spent an afternoon in a bar with another youngster plying me with Port and beating me at chess. Well, until we had got through what must have been the third bottle (they wouldn't sell it to us that way) and then my experience with the Port won out and I managed to claw back three games.

I am sure I did not enjoy any excitation of the generative equipment and I can only imagine how entertaining an old fart of the same gender would have acted to make that as improbable in my healthy young companion as me ever holding the upper hand on the board.

This young sir was schooled to understand 'handling it' should be a lone and private affair. Certainly not for aisles, whether chapel, church, supermarket or aeroplane. 'Lone and private' need not, I recall, mean 'infrequent'. That early adoption of prostatic health exercise might well explain an 'only on demand' reaction as it may the absence of erotic dreams.

You lucky fu..fellow FJ. Under the same conditions I could walk proudly from the front of the bus and no one noticed. You should have used those sideways seats at the back.......


JJ.

Weren't wide enough.

The consensus seems to be that it is not specifically an air transportational phenomenon but one of public transport in general?

Is it the reason why most air attendants and clippies were female?

Now I have a bus pass perhaps I should give it a test run.

Not in my case -- always had a large contingent of girls from the local grammar school on the bus, and a large satchel which could not be stowed anywhere else but on ones lap. The vibration and movement of the bus was almost certain to create that familiar to us all excitation. Fortunately the girls had to get off the bus the stop before us boys, so the satchel was quite adequate cover. :)

Is that the reason many females like to sit on the washing machine while on the spin cycle? :brain:

With the washing machine neither pneumatic nor hydraulic we are coming round to this, supposing what has gone before is not boasting, is an electrotechnical effect or an association with washer women (or pretty dhobi wallahs). My housekeeper has only sat on the washing machine to escape the m ice. Or so she tells me.

Ha, ha... I would have liked to see that. :D
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