March 21st, 1991

March 21st, 1991

Dusit Thani Hotel, Bangkok, Thailand

Back to the pool this morning, joined this time, by Barry, a guy I know through Emilio. Barry’s speedos could not have been any smaller or tighter and the reason he can wear such is because he swims every morning, I mean, every morning, whether he’s at home in snowy Scotland or here in sultry Bangkok.

Watching all one hundred and thirty pounds of Barry glide through the pool was enough to make me give up and head back to my room where, amazingly, I resisted the urge to pick up the phone and order eggs benedict (yum!)

Tonight, a bunch of us went to the Telephone Bar, where the phone on our table was very busy with incoming calls, all for Barry (on each table is a phone that connects to the other tables.) Andy C rolled his eyes when, after hearing Barry talk incessantly about his adventures as “A Space Waitress,” he gave me a look that said, “Let’s go.”

Once outside, Andy (who’s camp factor far outweighs Barry’s) cracked me up with his perfect impression of, as he calls him, “Bootiful Baza!”

In the lobby, Andy asked if I was tired.

“No. Just hungry.”

“Me too, let’s grab something at the bar.”

“Sorry, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not eating. Or drinking.”

“What, ever again?” he chuckled.

“I’m really trying to be good,” I pleaded.

“Good is overrated,” he winked. “I’m thinking chocolate mousse.”

“Ah,” I sighed. “My weakness.”

“I remembered that,” he said, linking his arm through mine. “So, your room or mine?”


March 20th, 1991

March 20th, 1991

Dusit Thani Hotel, Bangkok, Thailand

I was wide awake at 0520 and thought about ordering breakfast on room service, but I always order too much, then wonder why I end up feeling full with no energy!

So, now that I’m 24 and mature (!) I’m going to start making changes to my not so great behavior, which began with a trip to the hotel pool, where I actually swam ‘til I was out of breath (only because I was the only one there, otherwise I’d have given up long beforehand!)

Tonight, while the others tucked into heaps of food, I ate salad and drank only two glasses of wine.

It’s a start!




March 19th, 1991

March 19th, 1991

Dusit Thani Hotel,

Bangkok, Thailand

Arrived at 0830 local time to what I refer to as, “wilting weather,” but at least the flight was great, with Andy C working in First Class, which meant lots of yummy food and biscuits.  Andy is always great fun so hopefully it’ll be a decent trip.







March 18th, 1991

March 18th, 1991

Night flight from LHR – BKK

With the arrival this morning of yet another outrageously expensive phone bill, I took the initiative and rang crewing to see if I could start standby earlier than tonight, which was lucky as someone had just called in sick for this trip.

So, it’s off to Bangkok we go!


March 16th, 1991

March 16th, 1991

At home

New roster arrived in this morning’s post and I have a four day trip to Los Angeles! This will be my first time back since that wretched morning last November, when David came to my hotel room and turned my world upside down.

As part of mum’s upcoming 50th birthday gift, I suggested she accompany me on the trip, which involved not a second of arm twisting! Of course I want mum to see LA but having her presence will be really nice, just in case it hurts more than I think it might.


March 12th, 1991

March 12th, 1991

Night flight BDA – LGW

Sore feet, throbbing head, happy heart! That’s my present condition as we wing our way home, after the most amazing time celebrating Lorna and Klaus’s nuptials.

Meryl and Kimberly are working while Carl and I are on first crew rest. No sooner did we pull the curtain around us when Carl fell into the seat and zonked out! We only have thirty minutes, so while Carl’s getting a crick in his neck, I’m drinking tea and chomping my way through a plate of biscuits.

Ah, the glamour!



March 11th, 1991

March 11th, 1991

Hamilton Princess Hotel, Bermuda

What is it about a wedding that makes you feel all mushy and brings thoughts to the forefront on when it might be your turn!

Met first thing in Lorna’s “friend from home,” Joanna’s room, where the Champagne flowed mightily while we helped Lorna get ready. When she finally appeared in her wedding gown, there was much blubbering, followed by giggles over a few not so innocent stories the married girls shared about their “Wedding Night Experiences!”

The marriage ceremony took place in the Most Holy Trinity Cathedral, a truly majestic looking building, filled with a sense of serenity. I haven’t attended many weddings but in that setting, listening and watching Lorna and Klaus make their vows, it brought home the seriousness of such a sacred commitment.

From the cathedral, we headed back to the hotel and boarded a beautifully outfitted yacht, most befitting of such an occasion. While we sailed around the harbour, the conversation turned to, not surprisingly, love, in particular how many times we’ve been in love (twice) and who we think we’ll marry. When it came my turn, Carl scoffed when I said, “I haven’t met him yet.”

“I disagree,” he winked, prompting me to give him a questioning look and ask, “Who?”

“Jon,” he grinned.

“Jon’s lovely but he’s not the one for me. Besides, he’s all loved up with some new girl.”

“You missed the boat there,” Carl tutted. “He’s a great bloke.”

“I really liked him as well,” Kimberly pouted.

“Me too,” Meryl sighed. “But David was my favourite.”

Catching my look of surprise, she mouthed, “Sorry. That just came out!!”
Hearing David’s name filled me with sadness, but fortunately it was time for the newlyweds to cut the cake so there was no time for dwelling.

The celebration continued tonight, in town, where I dabbled in a little Italian love with a hunk called Luciano, one of the few advantages of being single at a wedding!


March 10th, 1991

March 10th, 1991

Flight from BDA – NAS – BDA

Hamilton Princess Hotel, Bermuda

I’m so enjoying this trip, which took precedence over a weekend in the English countryside at what I expect would be some stately home (ah!) owned by Jacob’s parents. Frankie and I had a good laugh after I remembered I was actually due to be here in Bermuda for Lorna’s wedding!

Just rolled in from a most entertaining evening with the wedding gang. We’re all so familiar with each other that it’s hard to believe we only met just over two years ago. Life for all of us has changed so much, all from joining British Airways as Cabin Crew.

Operated the shuttle to and from Nassau, with high winds and a deluge that drenched us while we waited for the crew bus to appear. Carl said the only remedy for the cold was rum and lots of it, so we headed to his room to put his theory to the test!

Several hours later, we made our way into town. I walked with Lorna, who seemed quieter than usual.

“Penny for your thoughts,” I said, linking my arm through hers.

“I’m just thinking about tomorrow,” she said, sounding wistful.

I squeezed her arm. “It’s going to be amazing!”

Carl and Daniel lead the way,  with Klaus walking between them. Klaus kept looking back, blowing kisses in Lorna’s direction.

“Look at him,” I said. “He’s totally gaga about you.”

“He is that,” she sighed.

Sensing something that I couldn’t put my finger on, I stopped walking. “Lorna, is there anything you want to talk about?”

“Nah,” she said. “I think I’ve just got a bad case of the wedding jitters.”

“I can only imagine what a big deal it is.”

“I think it’s just, you know, moving to Holland dealing with his family and stuff. It feels like a lot.”

I nodded. “I think once you’re married it’ll be different.”

She gave me a questioning look.

“What I mean is, I think your relationship with his family will be different.”

“How so?”

“I think once you’re his wife, it’ll be easier for you to tell them to piss off,” I said, making her laugh.


March 7th, 1991

March 7th, 1991

At home

Home after sixteen hours (!) in London with Frankie, during which we saw “Miss Saigon,” at the Prince Edward theatre, danced at The Hippodrome and went to a party in Chelsea that finally wound down today, at lunchtime!

We’re now on our second bottle of champers having a good giggle over our antics, pondering whether to accept the invitation to Jacob’s “country house,” this weekend or not.

Ah, decisions, decisions!


March 6th, 1991

March 6th, 1991

At home

The sun was already up when Frankie began showing signs of fatigue, starting with droopy eyelids that ended up shut, but only after she slumped off the couch onto the floor in the most spectacular way! I didn’t see the need in rousing her out of what sounded like deep slumber, so I covered her with a blanket, stuck a cushion under her head and went to bed!

Didn’t stir ‘til after two this afternoon and only because the radio was being blasted downstairs.

“Morning,” Frankie chirped when she spotted me shuffling down the stairs. “I have an idea!”

“Hopefully it involves tea, toast and closing the blinds,” I said, shielding my eyes from the light streaming through the French doors.

“Let’s go to London!”
“When?” I yawned.

“Now! Well, when you’re ready. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

I made a groaning sound she chose to ignore. “Wake up, you!” she shrieked, throwing her arms around me. “I’ll make you tea and toast but only if you promise we can go to London.”

I groaned again but had to laugh when Frankie playfully shook her tiny fists in my direction.

“Well?” she asked, expectantly.

“Deal,” I smiled. “But only if you turn the music down. My head is throbbing.”

“Woo-hoo,” she yelled. “Buttery toast and lashings of tea coming right up. But the music stays on!”

And off to London we go!