I remember it when I was a kid flying off to my Grandparents in the South of Spain a couple of times a year
you could smoke in those days too, those little ashtrays in the armrests used to get stuffed full of butts. Seemed to be lots more middle aged people on their first flights in those days, treating it like some sort of wondrous coach journey. Definitely a generation thing.
(, Thu 16 Oct 2014, 11:45, Reply)