After breakfast off we go again to the airport and after a couple of hours waiting we boarded what must have been one of the oldest Boeing 747's on the face of the planet; the aircraft felt like it was held together by chewing gum, sticky carpet and cigarette smoke. We had got lucky seats by a emergency exit door, so masses of space to stretch out, but here we go again: more problems with the Olympic crew and we are still on the ground. A woman was being brought on board via the door by us as she was in a wheelchair. Once up at door level the crew member by the door should have pulled her in but he wouldn't because there was a gap of a couple of inches between the ramp and the aircraft. By now the woman was in tears so I got up and pulled her in with absolutely no problem, people were by now complaining about the crew member, a man in his late twenties. I made it quite plain that I wasn't happy about the treatment he gave this paying passenger but little did I know that worse was to come.
Finally this old bird rattled down the runway and we were off, next stop: Bangkok. During the twelve hours or so to Bangkok we noticed our helpful crew member was regularly returning to the seat in front of us and had a stash of about three miniature bottles of red wine and was happily swigging them most of the journey. Once he started on the third bottle I let it be known we had seen what he had been doing and I made it plain I would be contacting Olympic once we arrived in Sydney. I must say at the time I found it annoying if not dangerous this guys antics, but now it makes me laugh, flight safety in those days ha ha.