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The best flight I remember was that one to Hong Kong. It took several hours and I remember them saying, ‘Return to your seats, we are approaching Hong Kong.’ I thought, ‘We can’t be there already.’ We’d been sitting on the floor, drinking and taking Preludins for about thirty hours and it seemed like a ten-minute flight.
On all those flights we were still on uppers; that’s what helped us get through, because we’d drink a whisky and Coke with anyone, even if he was the Devil - and charm the pants off him!
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