Luxe Nomad: I've been travelling too much

I've been travelling too much. The reason I know is that last week, flying back from Dubai, I found myself watching four episodes of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo on Emirates' ICE entertainment system.

If you don't know what Honey Boo Boo is, I'm reluctant to educate you but, briefly, it's either the most brilliant or most horrifying program on reality TV, depending on your tolerance for a seven-year-old, Red Bull-drinking, beauty pageant-winning minx from McIntyre, Georgia, and her proudly white-trash family.

As it turns out, it was perfect, vacuous airline fare, especially the episode about the pet pig, but I'd only pressed play because I'd exhausted most of the other possibilities on the system. I'd taken so many flights the past three months, I'd seen every movie I wanted to, plus all the available episodes of Modern Family, Curb Your Enthusiasm, 30 Rock and Mad Men.

Years ago, I used to fly regularly between New York and Australia. I recall being beside myself with delight the first time Qantas started playing all-night movie marathons, catering to those restless few who couldn't manage to sleep sitting bolt upright.

Those were the days when each cabin had one screen. I suppose there are at least of couple of generations who can't remember this (although passengers on certain airlines in the US can still enjoy this retro experience). These days, travellers from the Asia-Pacific region demand seat-back screens and at least 100 TV/movie choices, and our excellent airlines oblige, but in the old days we were forced to - unbelievably - make sure we'd brought a good book.

Nowadays, there are so many movies to catch up with, followed by backed-up issues of Vanity Fair and The New Yorker on your iPad to read, that the humble book may not get a look-in.

If you're lucky enough to be seated at the premium end of the plane, the screens are almost cinematic, given how close we sit to them. A few weeks ago I watched Skyfall in a Qantas business-class seat and that chase across the Istanbul rooftops was as thrilling as it might have been on the big screen. But even the seat-back systems offered in economy have improved in recent times. (Although smart people bring their own headphones - loathe those flimsy, scratchy airline ones.) An engrossing film is engrossing even when it's screened iPad-size.

How many adults go to the cinema these days, anyway? We're hooked to our TV screens, watching The Killing, Breaking Bad, Boardwalk Empire, Homeland, Mad Men, Top of the Lake and dozens of other superior series produced by HBO and other channels. TV is for adults, cinema for kids, as they say. The small-screen experience offered by airlines is like settling down in front of the TV at home, without the phone interrupting, and with a friendly attendant to bring you drinks and snacks.

You may be sitting in a catapulting cocoon surrounded by 300 other people, but your zonked-out, semi-sloshed, pilled-up fellow passengers aren't the least interested in what you are watching, so you're free to indulge in some guilty pleasures. Too embarrassed to be seen buying a ticket to Sex and the City 2? On a flight, you can watch it without fear of judgment. SATC2 is what I call a good "plane film" - a movie where it makes not one jot of difference to your understanding of the plot if you fall asleep during the screening. Which, of course, you will do many times.