It's been a while since I was on a flight where there was more than one FA that I'd even want to see that way.

Dead heading...?

Seeing BA crew naked: cruel and unusual punishment.

Keep it quiet, make sure everyone consents and keep it in the room. As stated earlier, "What goes on down route, stays down route."

If people didn't draw attention to themselves like these fools did there wouldn't be any problems.

Why don't you try reading my post again? I wasn't expressing an opinion on the behaviour, just clarifying the law for the benefit of the poster from the US, who thought the people's jobs would not be at jeopardy.

The rules have obviously been relaxed. In Laker days, staying in the airport Excelsior Hotel in MAN the requirement, at about 0200, not much before, was to run naked from the room, touch the front doors and back to the room. Least noise possible in order not to attract the wrong sort of attention. Definitely no banging on others doors. A 'runner' from the previous sortie would be at the door to check!

Still at work? Does that mean they are drawing pay for their down time?

Well, I get paid 1 hour for every 3.5 hours I am away from home (or block if better, but normally it isn't), so yes, I get paid while in the hotel. It is pretty easy, don't behave like an a$$ while on a work trip. I remember 2 decades ago some of the young ones having fights in the hallways with the fire extinguishers and such, but (sadly?) that kind of fun isn't allowed anymore.

Ahh those Golden Falcon days...waking up in a room that looked like it had been bombed. A few bodies, lots of empty cans and bottles ( and I mean ALOT), ash trays filled to the brim (could smoke in rooms then). Wine stains on the carpet walls and ceiling. Chocolate - well it looked like and tasted like chocolate- all over the mirror.

A quite word with the manager.. " give me a figure and it stays here" was how it went. BD200 was then split amongst the revelers. And all that hooch... courtesy of that Glorious Golden Budgie.

Today....well ....chalk and cheese.

Those BA crew.. sure slap them around a bit, read them the riot act. But termination ?

777byo
you got it - But that certainly wasn't the one and only time. But that was the worst (best)
Rad Gammage (RIP) Steve Coyle the Tony Coyle could generally get a party going...

Anyway we digress....

Qantas - persona-non-grata letter
 

I checked my archives - bugger! It's no longer there.
If anyway has a copy, I would certainly appreciate getting one. Please PM me with the details.
Regards

Yeah I remember the GODs fondly when nobody had a camera.
We were regularly part of BOAC parties in the outports - they liked us colonials! Scarpering around in the nuddy was more or less SOPS as was the ensuing hangover!!
The customary ending at checkout was the hotel duty manager presenting all the participants with a bill for the damage and accepting their cheque. All was then forgotten.
If you're thinking about the "Curtain Letter" WG, I'll try to find it and post it here. Bloody brilliant!!

Crew Party
 

Ah, found it. Ignore the name of the mythical airline please. I'm too lazy to remove it.
The following letter purports to be a letter from a Captain answering his Chief Pilot's
"Request for further information."

Sir,

In your icy, indeed hostile, telephone call of yesterday, you requested a report about the alleged proceedings involving my crew at the Qantas 75th Birthday celebration at the slip port. As the reports from the local authorities and the head of the Australian legation were undoubtedly a complete fabrication, I take the opportunity to put the truth of the matter on file.

Qantas management's kind offer to "buy a round of drinks" was taken on board by the crew who decided to upgrade the event to its correct status, so appropriate quantities of libation and food were purchased, with festivities being held in my hotel suite. An enjoyable evening ensued but insufficient supplies had been obtained, so several members of the crew left for further purchases at a local bar.

In a truly magnanimous gesture, ten bar girls from that establishment helped carry the beer back to the hotel. To demonstrate our appreciation of their assistance, we served them some cool drink. They then offered to show us some local culture, and, in order not to offend, we allowed them to dance some exotic dances.

The banging on the walls of my room had, by now, quite honestly, become invasive, and it was disturbing the dancers, so we arranged an amusing little deterrent. S/0 Brown's impersonation of the Police Officer was excellent! In full Qantas uniform, with an aluminum rubbish bin upside down on his head, he goose-stepped to each room and harangued the occupants with a very witty diatribe about disturbing hotel guests. I personally heard nothing of his alleged threats of life in Alcatraz or the Gulags, claimed by the sister of the Minister of Police whose room was, unluckily, next door.

I have no doubt that this woman was the sneak who called security and hotel management and I absolutely refute that the shout "Look out, here come the Indians! Circle the wagons!" was made. The simple coincidence of security arriving just as we stood the double bed on its side across the door to make the dance floor bigger is obvious. The major damage to the room occurred when a group of gate crashers, whom we could not know were hotel security, forced their way in just as most of us happened to be leaning against the bed watching the dancing.

The subsequent events in the foyer of the hotel are an equally vicious distortion of the facts. I was explaining the importance of the 75th Birthday to the General Manager of the hotel and noting that other guests were fabricating stories of noise, drinking and singing at the celebration, when F/O Smith (ex-SAS) and several other keep-fit enthusiasts, in keeping with their almost monastic pursuit of health, organised the race up the drapes which hang along the foyer wall. It says nothing for the workmanship of some of these nations that the fittings were torn from the wall before most of the crew were even halfway up. At this stage, in an amazing display of international posturing, the Governor of the city, who was attending the National Day cocktail party in the foyer, cast some denigrating remarks about Australian culture.

Although he misunderstood our gestures of greeting, female flight attendant Williams rescued the situation with her depth of knowledge of local culture. Her rendition of the Fertility Dancing Maiden in the foyer's 'Pool of Remembrance' was nothing short of breathtaking. Normally this dance is performed wearing just a sarong skirt so FFA Williams' extra step to nature was a bold step forward. Unfortunately, during one intricate step, FFA Williams slipped and fell beneath the fountain, so we were lucky that S/0 Brown, who had the great presence of mind to strip to avoid getting his uniform wet, leapt in to help.

That the tiles of the pool were slippery is beyond dispute, as it took nearly ten minutes of threshing about before S/O Brown could actually complete his rescue. Such concern was there for these two exemplary crew member's safety, that the rest of the crew were forced to assist, and I deny that this massed altruistic rescue attempt could be construed as a 'Water Polo' game! This slanderous accusation was first put to me by the Chief of the Riot Squad, whose storm troopers had apparently been called by some over zealous Fascists at the cocktail party.

Order had nearly been restored when the fire started. I prefer F/O Smith's version of events that the drapes had caught fire from being against a light fitting, and that he dropped his cigarette lighter whilst trying to escape the flames. Had host management fulfilled their responsibilities and used fire retardant material instead of velvet, the fire would not have spread to the rest of the hotel. The responsible attitude shown by my crew in assisting the bar staff to carry out drinks from the cocktail party is to be commended, not condemned, and the attempt by male members of the crew to extinguish pockets of fire using natural means has been totally misrepresented in some quarters. I cannot overstate how strongly I resent the assertions made in the Chief Fire Officer's report.

I made an official protest about these matters when the head of the Australian Legation visited us at the Police Station the next morning. However, not only did Ambassador Jones not attempt to refute the preposterous allegations made against me and my crew, but also by failing to secure our release immediately, caused the subsequent aircraft delay. I did not know Her Majesty was to be aboard our aircraft, but I am sure that her 12-hour visit to that country was appreciated by local dignitaries and probably HRH herself. (I must mention that the local manager is far too obsequious - Smarmy! Smarmy! You should have seen him bowing and scraping. Never make a Prime Minister, that chap!)

Finally, I note that not since 'Rainman' has Qantas been mentioned in so many newspapers. (Some people in Qantas would die for coverage like that.) The main newspaper at the slip port incidentally mentioned Qantas 75 times on its front page alone, although some of the coupled epithets can only be described as the worst journalistic excesses of the gutter press.
I trust that now I have outlined the correct version of events, we may allow ourselves a discreet smile as to the lack of social sophistication of some of these developing nations and put all this behind us. As far as I am concerned, the crew carried on the finest Qantas traditions.

Regards, Captain......

Priceless
 

Mustafa
Priceless.. simply priceless!
Thanks

Wow, that was just a celebration of Qantas' 75th anniversary. Since next year, 2020 will mark 100 years since its founding, I expect that we will see similar robust celebrations on the part of Qantas crew during their layovers. Well, maybe not. It seems that crews and crew layovers are not quite the same these days.

Cheers,
Grog

Athens quaintarse
 

Summer Glifada where QA crew had a crew house..supper in a beach side restaurant with the rest of a Trident crew and a couple of motocross bike weave their way between the tables (occupied)..down the wooden staircase onto the beach ..back up onto the pavement..in through the restaurant doors ..back around the tables..etc
after a couple of laps they buggared off. No one said anything except pass the retsina or domestos

Mods cheerfully allowing this to morph, a bit. Deep joy, keep it going to ,maybe, the " Best Crew Party of All Time " ? Then it'll be moved to Jetblast. Meantime, I offer that Legacy carriers wrote the book. Best mate failed Hamble Selection in 1964. He pursued the matter with every improvement he made in his CV but was informed that the selection decision was final. Still pleading for another go, dear old AH Abbott finally informed him that he had failed to display "All of the qualities, in sufficient strength, that we are obliged to seek in a potential BOAC Captain". Matey wrote back saying that he was interested only in a BOAC VC10 Second Officer position so that others could fly him from one room party to another. Abbott never wrote back.