Back from a fast few days in Israel in which, as usual, I saw almost more people in half a week than I do in six months.
Vastly amused at the demographics of the Easyjet flight from Luton: we boarded in a snowstorm where the only people who looked appropriate were those dressed for 19th century Polish winters.
Once on board, the supremely practical chief steward announced that prayers would be held at the front of the plane at 1.30p.m, thus allowing the trolley service to proceed thereafter, unimpeded. Imagine his consternation, therefore, when at 1.30, about three-quarters of the plane rose to its feet and lurched towards the pilot's front door.
I am told that sitting in the second front row was a deeply peeved and secular CST person, who said in horror, as black-hat after black-hat marched forward, that there was definitely an "elf 'n'safety" issue. Thus half of the devout peeled off and marched down to the back of the plane, thereby ensuring that both the public loos remained out of commission for the duration of the service.
The mystery in all of this is how nice (and patient) were the Easyjet crew. It must surely be the short straw to get the Tel Aviv run: but they were lovely. Astonishing.