Yes, yes, there’s a predictable metaphor running through this Guardian piece by Charlie Brooker, but it shouldn’t stop you enjoying writing, and observations, like this:

Just as Starbucks serves buckets of hot milk in tall, grande and venti sizes instead of “small”, “medium” and “large”, so airline seating distinctions, whatever they are called, actually break down into Misery, Misery Lite, and the highest achievable grade, Slightly Comfortable. I was now seated in Misery Lite, which was twice – twice – the cost of mere Misery, despite the only difference being a slight spatial increase. Every aspect of Misery Lite was a just a tad worse than first class, for no reason other than it had to be, in order to keep first class seeming first class. The seat reclined (but not too far), the blanket crackled with static, the cutlery was plastic, and the meal smelt like a stomach wound. The in-flight TV had the same movie selection, but a smaller screen. Even the headphones were cheaper. If it were possible, they would make the air thinner too.

Yes they would.