Originally Posted by
Can I help you
Bless you, it’s a poke (poh kay) bowl, poking is what I do to you when you fall asleep with your mouth open and dentures have dropped.
Bless you. I really do not know what poh kay - but you will be poh-faced when I have finished with you. Dentures? They are my fangs and they always seems to extend in your presence.
It is so interesting to note that the Elderly apart (

) - no one cares for afternoon tea. A lot of passengers are not of UK origin and unlike the UK do not think that a great dolop of heart attack on or under flavourless goey jam is a culinary delight. If they actually made the caterers at Gatwick, who I do not think know a cream tea from a bull's foot ,actually spend the money that they are given, then we might have a product that everyone would want. Frankly the sandwiches were as fresh as last week's news, the scone would have substituted for a cricket ball, and the cake was something one might expect from a nine year old - save that my 9 year old great nephew can make an apple crumble that is one of the best that I have ever tasted ( I kid you not).
Yes - I have let my feelings known to Uncle Sean. Your caterers are letting you down even further than the dreadful Bruncuisine. Why can Iberia get it so right?