We were measured for the uniform during company induction, and collected it in large cardboard boxes from an industrial estate round the back of the airport. Truly glamourous. Once back at the hotel, everyone sneaked off to their bedrooms, just to 'see if it fits'.
These days I can't wait to get out of uniform – it's a magnet for people who think you're in charge of lost and found, or need directions to the coach station in italian / greek / arabic etc, or want to know where check-in zone 'A' is when they're stood under an enormous sign saying 'C', with an equally enormous 'D' on one side and 'B' on the other.
