I am, of course, a disgusting racist given my hatred of the French. Lovely country rather spoiled by those how live there sort of thing. And now a new reason to add to the pile.
Yesterday was the day that your blogger was to spend a happy 2.5 hours or so on his way from Lisbon to London in the care of British Airways. The (unknown to your blogger) strike in France meant that our flight was somewhat delayed. Like, for four hours. Time we spent, inside the plane, on the tarmac at Lisbon.
Joy, I think you might understand, was unconfined.
There was also the small problem that BA is still having with its catering staff. It is not, as I had assumed, all over. There is still no catering on their flights. Actually, the small bag with a sandwich and a botttle of water one is given at the door of the plane is rather better than the slop they normally have, so this is a plus.
However, the conflict means that no drinks trolley is loaded.
I don’t normally drink at lunchtime (one of those rules to help Timmy deal with alcohol and the real world) but a four hour delay on the runway would have been made that touch better by a gin or two, of which, as above, there was none.
I cannot, of course, complain about the Brothers and Sisters exercising their right to withdraw their labour and thus improvimg the quality of my sandwich. I can complain mildly about BA’s management (how difficult is it to put a bottle of gin on a plane?) . And I will complain loudly about the bloody French.
That bastard country owes me four hours. Payment will be accepted in time at Madame Claudine’s.
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