Well, they say that 13 is unlucky, and it sure wasn't lucky for me. It started so well when I got upgraded to First on BA, and got even better when I saw the stewardess, the heavenly Roma. I don't normally go for brunettes, but she ticked all of my boxes. At last, here was my chance to fulfil one of my main 'before I'm 50' ambitions. I don't join too many clubs these days, but the Mile High Club is one membership that I wouldn't turn down! I preened myself a bit(top tip - hairspray is great for your moustache), smoothed down my fabulous new leather trousers, and got ready to move in for the kill. But I had barely got back to my seat when I saw it - a little note waiting for me on my seat, saying 'Meet me at the back of the cabin at midnight, R'. I had at least 50 impure thoughts before midnight, and could barely contain myself as I drew back the curtain. But who was this guy standing there with a big smile on his face???? How the hell did I know that 'moustache + leather trousers' would give out a very, very wrong signal to Roger, the first class Steward?
Oh well, I guess tomorrow is another day...........