On yet another BA flight, this one from Heathrow to Madrid, so soon after the sing-song stewardess on the Venice flight, I found myself yet again close to the cabin crew’s pantry.
This time though the staff in attendance were male and they were talking about football, both playing the game and watching it. One had started for south London’s Kingstonian second team (‘years ago’). The other had played Sunday league football. He was a Fulham fan and had once been ejected from Stoke City’s ground when the team was relegated due to his father behaving badly in frustration at his losing team. He had a chuckle about this. Then a stewardess came by and asked about his wife’s baby to be. ‘Coming at the end of May,’ he replied. How different cabin crew chat can be from plane to plane.
The Fulham fan moved off to attend to duties and then I – rather ruefully and hungrily -watched the ex-Kingstonian eat his cooked breakfast on a tray on his knees on a fold down chair. I was in the first row of economy (no free food), facing the pantry leading to the posher seats (free food). Evidently the cabin crew got to tuck in as well. Good for them.
Not much else happened above the Bay of Biscay, or wherever we were, and we soon landed.
An uneventful flight, after the sing-song stewardess and her friend.
Then the captain made an announcement: “Just to let you know, you’ve been sharing the flight with a lion, which is below us somewhere in the front hold. We’re transporting it from zoo to zoo.’
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