OH CRAP! Someone had a camera in Catman's suite friday night??!?!?!!?! I thought those flashes of light were angels sent to sanctify me

Sunday: Work started at 7am at the Heathrow Hilton and was done by 10:30 in plenty of time to make the “6 minute walk” back to terminal 4 and by 11:30am I was past the 1k desk (where the agent almost forgot to take my systemwide upgrade cert…somehow they never “totally” forget for me ). RCC phone drove me nuts trying to make a call, ‘til I noticed the BT phones in the cubicles across from mine, which made my life so much easier.

Onto the 777 that was UA919. One of the old-old ones. Old seats, no laptop power, no map, no noise reducers. You know you’re in trouble when you measure the cabin by the things that are NOT there. UA should be ashamed to use these planes on international routes! Then to top things off, they showed the USA to Europe movies again rather than the Europe to USA. Which I really wouldn’t have even noticed, except that I really wanted to see Galaxy Quest . I am in the aisle seat in the middle section (9D). The fella in the center seat at one point opened his tray compartment in his armrest and SPLASH, Cabernet all over my lap. Now, I have done this to my seat-mates twice before and it is terribly embarrassing for the spiller, so I did my best to waive it off. I took a clean pair of trousers out of my carryon and changed in the bathroom and got on with life. He was apologetic all the way to IAD and even on the people movers over to customs, thanking me for being a sport. I just glad I wasn’t wearing one of my Armanis .

Was asked to take a survey about the food on the flight, and while I had the chicken, I took the opportunity to mention that whenever I order beef or lamb in business class, it is always too dry/tough to cut with the dinner knife provided.

Fine quick trip, but all in all, I think I would rather have been at the NYC Ruth’s Chris…