There was also Debonair in the mid-late 1990s. I was on the inaugural service. We all turned up and did not know where we going - bring your passport they said. All the hacks including me met up in the terminal and discussed where we were flying to - Copenhagen, Munich maybe Barcelona, no Newcastle ( no disrespect to Newcastle). Oh b****r or words 5o that effect rang round the terminal. The landing back at Luton could only be described as an arrival!