Gibraltar (GIB) - London Heathrow (LHR)
After fully 
			partaking of the various offerings in the GIB Lounge
			
			
			which, the group felt, resembled something between a retirement home 
			and a waiting room for a timeshare presentation, we boarded our A320 
			at about 1940. Based on my experiences over the last year or so, 
			this early boarding seems to be standard procedure for GB Airways 
			and I certainly don't have any complaints. I settled into 4A and 
			once again had GregM as my seat-mate in 4C. With 
			darkness now fallen and the Rock illuminated by spotlights, it was a 
			most spectacular sight as we taxied round to the end of the 
			runway, crossing the main road in the process. I wondered if it 
			would be a case of engines screaming, brakes on and then released 
			with a jolt. This wasn't to be necessary, but I think we definitely 
			were using full thrust as we lifted into the darkness at 2020. We 
			had only just re-crossed the roadway and therefore had lots of room 
			to spare before things got nerve-wracking!
			The cabin service began with hot 
			towels, followed by drinks and nibbles. What to have? Er, let me see 
			... how about Champagne? After a decent interval (i.e. allowing time 
			for refills
			
 
			), dinner was 
			served. I chose the lamb option, the other choice being a pasta 
			dish. It proved to be a tasty lamb casserole with potatoes and 
			vegetables, served with warm bread rolls, cheesecake for dessert and 
			cheese and biscuits to round things off. There was a rather unusual 
			white chocolate mint to go with coffee. In a nice touch that was 
			much appreciated, the crew offered a second round of hot towels as 
			soon as the trays had been cleared away. This brought another of 
			those memorable moments when reality appeared to have been 
			temporarily suspended, as GregM demonstrated his preferred 
			"behind the ears" technique.
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At this stage, a highly innovative turn of events followed as flyclub decided to apply for a vacancy as cabin crew trainee and ended up getting the job! Such was the creditable level of proficiency demonstrated that our other host decided "Hey, I want to see if I can do that too!" All this brought a certain degree of symmetry to the day : we had been flown down to Gib by an FTer and now FTers were trying their hand at cabin service on the return leg. Much merriment ensued, no doubt to the puzzlement of those behind the curtain.
			All too soon, we were making our 
			approach into LHR for a 2147 touch-down and an ahead-of-schedule 
			2152 arrival, concluding a wonderful day out. Champagne bottle count 
			at 2150 : 16 
			
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