There's obviously something about flying to Ireland that brings out the worst in these nobodies.
We once witnessed the whole "don't you know who I am?" performance from Stacey Solomon whilst waiting to board a flight to Waterford - and that was before she became a Loose Woman (no I don't watch it either but I am aware that she's on it). She was wearing a startling lime green velour, Juicy Couture tracksuit (name spelt out in diamantes on the back) with the hood up and only emerged from it to be insulting to the staff.
I've actually remembered exactly when it was because our return flight was the last one out of Ireland before the disruption by that Icelandic volcano. Came home to a broken fridge/freezer