Last thing I want to see is Willie Walsh riding up the isle of my flight, sitting on a donkey wearing a sombrero,swinging his castanets and singing “you and your Spanish Eyes”
Gin and tonic (ice and lime)cold Heinekin and Quiet… with perchance the only noise emanating from the gentle rustle of the Morning Star newspaper/Daily Telegraph being perused by the chaps near the exit.
Some things must remain sacrosanct..until at least after the big election…then…
