And, I, Mr Jameison, turn my back and find you all down here playing trains.

So this is where you go when you want to do "boys" talk, so Celi is being the concierge (by name and by nature?), you, Mr Jamison are laying down the law as what to do with the tricks when you've finished with them and best of all BiBi is trying to get everyone to Paris on EUROSTAR. (British Airways flies to Paris from Heathrow Gatwick and I believe Cardiff also, I just thought that you might have all had collective memory loss.).

Did I say all? All but one.

Guess who that might be?

Quite right.

That does it. No Pain au chocolat, not pain aux raisins, no croissants, and no brioche either. I want you all back at BA on the double, and I warn you now I am waxing down my hairbrush (remember BiBi Cheri, the one you wanted to help me choose?). If I did not adore you all so much, I would send you all off on an RTW with Egyptair/Garuda. Now, you know that I mean business.