It was Christmas 1994. I was rapidly approaching my 40th birthday and was aboard a Britannia Airlines 767 enroute from London to Tenerife in the Canary Islands for some winter sunshine. Its about a four hour flight, and after some lunch I decided that it was time to take a comfort break. I was just walking up the aisle towards the forward lavatory when a fresh faced young lad wearing a white shirt and smart looking trousers beat me to it. As I waited for him to come out, I remember thinking that he must be on holiday with his parents, and that it seemed odd that he should be so nicely turned out, i.e. not wearing track suit bottoms and trainers.
After a couple of minutes, the door opened and the young man came out and I could see that he was even wearing a tie. I held the door for him and stepped forward to allow him to walk back down the aircraft. But he smiled at me, came round behind me, and walked into the cockpit. Geez! It turns out he was one of the pilots!!
They say you know when youre getting old when Policemen start to look young. The same applies to airline pilots it seems.