Ah those were the days, when airlines were structured for the benefit of the Captain.
About three hours out of Heathrow we were herded out of the upstairs bar which we were told was closed for an hour.
It was so odd that curiosity overcame me and I headed back up the stairs to find the captain having a significant lunch in splendid isolation, being attended to by a handmaiden and the barman.
I was traveling first class.
I understand that in those days the needs of the flight crew had the highest priority, engineering was a consideration and ops had a thing or two to say.
And passengers? well, they were just a damn nuisance.