Nightstopped in Italy last night and the cabin crew didn't want to go for a swift half, even if I got the round in. Captain wasn't feeling too well, late pick up today = one evening all by myself in front of CNN and 'My Best Friend's wedding' dubbed into Italian.
I'd like to be a womanising hard-drinking pilot, but it would mean being a sad butch alcoholic (which I am definitely not).
Come on, cabin crew. Prove to me that you do sometimes have fun down route. I can't believe you're all no fun. I thought it was our job to be the boring sensible ones.