Iam probably the worst person you could sit next to on a flight. I chat incessantly. I wriggle around in my seat like a bored toddler. And when the cabin lights are dimmed into sleep mode, I defiantly stay awake all night laughing loudly at terrible movies. Turns out those qualities which can be useful at parties – loud, hyperactive, talkative – tend not to play so well in a confined space at 40,000ft.