Sat on the stand in Manchester, we're refuelling, the aircraft either side of us are refuelling - in fact, fuel trucks as far as the eye can see. Passengers boarding as we refuel, and are briefed accordingly.
Particularly hairy, knuckle dragging gentleman asks cabin crew if he can 'just pop down the steps for a quick smoke while we're waiting.'
They gently explain the facts of life while he argues the toss . . .
