I think I've posted this before, but it's kinda relevant to this thread.
I was flying Qantas LHR to SYD. I was in Business class, which at that time on Qantas was the top deck of the 747. Even better, I was the only person up there.
At that time, Qantas slipped in Bangkok. So we landed in Bangkok, the old crew got off, and the new crew got on. They were wrecked, in worse condition than the crew who'd got off. Probably much partying. I had a private purser on the top deck. He came up and said "Mr T, I'm supposed to serve breakfast after takeoff, so I'll do that. But I really need a bit of a snooze, so let me know what you'd like to drink, and I'll bring you a case of it. Then I'll have a little snooze. When I wake up, you can then have anything you want."
Sure enough, he served breakfast. I was on a Drambuie jag at the time, so he brought about a dozen Drambuies. Then after his snooze, he was fully attentive.
Magic trip. It was when Qantas CC were a bit larrikin.