I look at Mel in this coat, and it takes me away to another reality, when she is not judging a mediocre talent show on TV but instead a saucy pilot. When you fly British Scareways, you receive an in-flight compression catsuit and a split of Moet, the life vests are all leopard print faux fur, and several portions of the plane are edible, Willy Wonka style, but she won’t tell you which ones. She WILL buzz the tower, the seats vibrate if you feed in a quarter, she lets small children DJ, and sometimes she just closes her eyes and punches a bunch of coordinates into the auto-pilot and you all just sort of guess at where you’re going until you get there. I wish we lived on THAT Earth.

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