There was a queue to get in. Good sign. They seated us quickly and we bought vier helles. The menu mentioned seasonal beers but we couldn't find the thing on the table which said which one was on, until after about an hour it was spotted directly in the centre of the table, very obviously placed. Well done us. Anyway the beer in question was a dunkel so we got a round of those too. I had an argument with Helen about whether I look fucked or not in the group selfie we took.
Well maybe I did a little bit.
Time to go airside. Mike and Jon stopped off to get a couple of paper boarding passes and then we zoomed through passports and security. Mike's box of sub-100ml liquids included the Schlenkerla schnapps (which may not actually be a schnapps) and brought a jealous smile and "check this guy's liquids out!" reaction from the x-ray woman.
Geoff has a priority pass and I have a BA silver card, so we split up - I took Mike into the BA Galleries Club while t'other two went there way. We traded photos of the free beer we were all drinking, and I had a load of technology fail. Again. The wifi wasn't working and neither was my iPad keyboard. Gah!
We drank Paulaner and ate lots of cheesy fried goods and crackers and stuff. It's far from the poshest lounge in the network but it does the job of providing free booze out of the bustle of the main terminal, and was Mike's first time in a lounge. Not sure he'll be doing any tier point runs just yet though.
Some vague lounge rage occurs as a bloke is getting a talking at by one of the staff, and he seems quiet angry about having done the right thing but being wronged by BA. I can't quite get the gist of it but give up even trying when I hear him say he didn't even look at his boarding pass, but had assumed something. Who doesn't look at their boarding passes to see the time of their flight? The same guy strides up to the local BA supervisor at the gate, really not sure what his beef was. Could well be legit, but meh, who knows.
Having been asked to buy something by a friend, if I can, I have a quick scoot around the duty free shops near the gates. Close, but no cigars.
At boarding I don't bother taking the fast track security so everyone shouts at me to say I should. Even the woman in the slow track line says "go on, jump the queue!". Onboard I get into 8F and it takes ages before anyone sits in 8, and I'm very happy that no-one sits in 8E. I take bad photos of small things out of the window, and get briefly concerned by a plane seemingly coming into land just as we taxi onto the runway to take off. Come on driver!