Charlie and David
When I was finally on the plane, a man fatter than the fattest came up to me and said, “Can I see your ticket?”I said, “Yes.”
He said, “I have to see whether you are Charlie or David.”
‘C’ and ‘D’ he wouldn’t say, only Charlie and David! My ticket happened to be 11C — Charlie. That was the aisle seat.
He asked, “Do you mind if I change with you? My seat is David.”
I answered, “No, it is fine.”
Unfortunately, the Concorde seats are very, very narrow, and he couldn’t fit into the seat. His thighs went very nicely into the space where I was sitting, although I was trying desperately to squeeze myself against the window. How much I suffered!
He was very, very nice, but so fat! Although the Concorde is very expensive — even more than first class — the seats are very small. The Concorde is only for those who are in a tremendous hurry. But if the flight is delayed, it is really useless.
— 8 October 1988
