Some sage advice from Mr B, The Gentleman Rhymer. See his spiffing full interview HERE.

What do you consider the most important virtues when traveling on any kind of shared transport - planes especially?
Only enter into conversation upon descent into your destination, otherwise one may be left with eight hours of some dreadful bore's life story. I shudder at the very thought. And don't tell the crew you're carrying a musical instrument or they may ask for you to give your fellow passengers a bit of a turn.They may not all appreciate it. I know I wouldn't.

Journey: A short taxi journey from the Mirage to the hard Rock Hotel, Las Vegas
The scene: Late at night, just after seeing the Cirque du Soleil show LOVE.
Describe your fellow traveller: The passenger is ME. The driver is a hippy-ish looking 60 yr old. 
The review: The cab picks up me and my friend and sees we've just left the hotel where LOVE (a Beatles-themed show) is playing. He tells us all about when it opened, and how he drove the guy who produced the Beatles' records to the premier. "I can't remember his name, though. Man, I really wish I could remember his name...really famous guy..." he says, trailing off.

"George Martin," I tell him.

"Famous guy...George something, I think."

"George Martin," I say, more clearly.

"Damn, what was it...George...something..."

"MARTIN."

"What's that?"

"His name is George Martin."

"What? No, that wasn't it. This was a tall guy. Must have been six foot three at least. Skinny. Older."

"Yeah, his name's George Martin."

"I don't think that's it. Tall guy. Older. It'll come to me."

(driver starts to reminisce more about that night and how he saw the show the next night as 'the producer guy' gave him tickets)

"Damn. I just wish I could remember his name. Tall guy."

"HIS NAME IS GEORGE MARTIN. TRUST ME ON THIS."

"Moffat?"

"NO. GEORGE MARTIN. HE PRODUCED ALL THE BEATLES' RECORDS."

"George MARTIN - that was IT. Hard Rock, here you go."

(I wearily hand him a ten and we get out.)

Verdict: Will to live ultimately lost.

Rating: ?*!**&?!

Here you see the complete transformation of a passenger, from complete non-taker to unwilling accomplice to the most enthusiastic visitor to Vegas there has perhaps ever been, in fiction or reality. Still, as long as they're gonna give daddy the Rain Man suite.

Submitted by: @the_dusty_wolf
The scene
Overnight red eye
The review
One accepts a certain amount of apprehension during take-off and landing, but praying loudly for 12hrs rather ruined the in-flight entertainment. Fought fire with fire the only way I know how....downed a couple of sharpeners.
Verdict
I respect your faith, but not your right to invoke The Lord for 12 hrs solid....out loud.
Rating 0-5:
2/5

2014 is off to a flying (pun only part intended) start in passenger land, with this ill-tempered rant. Mr Wisken doesn't take kindly to overweight people or seemingly inattentive airline staff, if that's not clear from his letter. As always, it's a divisive issue, though his Twitter account is flush with way more praise than criticism. In any case, the Daily Mail give us the full story HERE.