Ahh those Golden Falcon days...waking up in a room that looked like it had been bombed. A few bodies, lots of empty cans and bottles ( and I mean ALOT), ash trays filled to the brim (could smoke in rooms then). Wine stains on the carpet walls and ceiling. Chocolate - well it looked like and tasted like chocolate- all over the mirror.
A quite word with the manager.. " give me a figure and it stays here" was how it went. BD200 was then split amongst the revelers. And all that hooch... courtesy of that Glorious Golden Budgie.
Today....well ....chalk and cheese.
Those BA crew.. sure slap them around a bit, read them the riot act. But termination ?