Day 1 – Perth-Dubai-Casablanca 10363 metres up, somewhere over the Arabian peninsula. Some time after breakfast, where I was offered croissants and coffee until bursting. The seat moves in more angles than I can count, and massages my back, bum, thighs, and calves as I type. There’s a menu offering me the choice between 18 year old Chivas Regal and 15 year old Glenfiddich. There’s lobster and slow cooked lamb on the lunch menu, and the strange pod in front of me has a screen about the size of a 17″ monitor. I can’t even get my ample arse cheeks to touch both sides of the seat. I’m in business…