It happened six years ago on a flight back from the United States. ‘Sir, I’m pleased to say you’ve been upgraded to first class.’ ‘Wonderful! Where would you like me to sit?’ ‘Anywhere you like, you’re the only passenger.’
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For the next few hours I dined on fine food brought to me at any time I chose and drank the finest wines known to humanity.
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