HQ, spoil sport. Perhaps better in history and nostalgia, it was a good brain exercise and brought memories back of some memorable flights.
Three Egyptair flights in May 1973 were particularly memorable. One, our luggage followed by a separate flight. The airfield was a military one as the civil air port was closed. Fascinating seeing all the Soviet kit burning and turning, ADA pits all fully manned.
The next where we all trooped out to the aircraft. They counted the pax stopped us with an arm in the middle of a family. Like a bus, the aircraft was now full. They relented and let the others through.
Finally, on taxiing out, the aircraft accelerated, nose wheel unstuck, and then reverse pitch was selected before the pilot made a tight high-speed turn on to the runway and off.
I am sure these types of memories were rekindled by many.