My husband, baby son and I were on a BA flight from Bahrain to Bangkok: our first trip to the Far East. Lunch had just been served when suddenly food and drinks were flying everywhere. No, not turbulence: a tall, red-headed guy and two Asian guys were fighting like mad up and down the aisle. The stewards managed to get them to sit down then the Captain came out of the cockpit and told them they’d be tied into their seats if they didn’t behave. At the time I wasn’t scared. Now, after 9/11, I’d be terrified.
Val has asked that we mention:
Speak Swahili Dammit, by James Penhaligon;
and a link that she finds useful: