It has been refreshing reading the posts which have brought back many memories. I well remember the Captain who insisted on just red lights in the cockpit. Another who used to cut himself off from the rest of us by dropping the grey curtain (like on the old buses to protect the driver from the cabin lights) behind him and to the side of him. He told me off a few times for leaning across the throttle quadrant to peer into his 'tent' to see if he was still alive! Eastbound to the UK, we knew we were nearly home when the teleprinter burst into life with the latest weather.
How about the early morning freighter (3am departure) LHR-PIK-YUL-JFK (I think). Ex PIK, E/O's BigBen alarm clock waking all five of us up.
There are some good stories of the steward/stewardess 'missfits' who looked after us. Good times.