This is a Trip Report from the Economy cabin
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Check in and security were very efficient and relaxed (possibly because we were the only big aeroplane on the tarmac) and we were sat in the departure lounge within 20 minutes of stepping out of the taxi. Then I did my ever-hopeful-but-oh-so-sad pricking up of ears every time they asked someone to step up to the desk. Yes, I know our surname has two syllables and begins with H and they just said a name that has six and begins with K, but they could always have meant usjust said the wrong name.
Pretty much on time out to Ladybird G-VAST and right down to row 32 HJK. Not too bad, view over the leading edge of the wing, back a little from the galley. Oh look man with clipboard seeking someone out in our row. Me! Me ! Me ! I (almost) cry out. Again, however, cruel fate intervenes and he selects a lady and her two childrenwho it turns out were sitting in Y whilst dad was at the pointy end. At this point the angel at my left shoulder says something like well, thats fair and appropriate [y] whilst the devil on the other side rants dammit if hes too mean to pay even in miles let them stew !! It shouldve been me !. [:(!] At this point I realise Im taking all this a little too personally and start a course of deep breathing.
There are spare seats around the cabin, and the FSM asks that people stay put until were airborne. The couple in front move, so I know Im not going to get reclined into.
Once airborne, drinks, meal and IFE sharpish. Meal was go on, guess beef, chicken or veg cannelloni. The beef was pretty good, a slightly flavoursome curry derivative with saffron rice and nan bread. No posh puds.
Settled down to watch The Wind That Shakes The Barley (after the recommendations hereabouts). Great film with some bravura naturalistic performances. The solemnity and sadness was only lifted by the chap in the row in front managing to break one of the overhead reading lights by twisting it. Having done it once, he then tried to repeat it on one of the other lights.
Now, heres the question. I can be in a deep relaxing sleep in a cramped seat in a noisy mode of transportation before we reach the first tunnel out of Kings Cross. Why can I not get to sleep on an aeroplane ?
Service was, as on the way out in PE, attentive and professional without being overbearing. I could've done with soft drink run, but could equally have got off my behind and asked as others were doing. Save for having to chase the duty free trolley to buy some perfume (past the seat faster than a speeding bullet) I really dont think I could fault the service or the general Economy experience. Yes, Id like more legroom, wider seats, V:port et al but I came off that flight well happy with the experience.
At this end, an on time arrival, bags already on the carousel by the time we got there, out of the airport by 7:30 am and home just after the 9:00 am news. And to cap it all, the two bottles of rum wed had to risk putting in the luggage survived the trip. Toodle pip (hic)! [|)]
We can get better, because we're not dead yet