From Mark MacDiarmid
Further to Rachel Cave’s glass clubs (Feedback, 10 August), on a recent trip to Britain my partner and I were lolling about in the Qantas business lounge at Sydney airport. I decided to avail myself of the lavish fare spread out on a nearby sideboard, and noticed that alongside the handsome metal forks and spoons were plastic knives. Oh well, I thought, at least I’m safe from any evil-doers who want to run amok.
Some hours later, as I was being served the first meal of the flight, I was appalled to find that I was provided with a metal knife. I had half a mind to jump up brandishing the offending item, bellowing my indignation at whoever would listen, but you’ll be pleased to hear that I managed to sit quietly all the way to Singapore.
There, I boarded a KLM flight for Amsterdam, and again found myself given a vicious looking stainless-steel knife, while my nail clippers were stashed in the hold.
Katoomba, New South Wales
