It does however seem somewhat pointless recounting the fun endured on at least the first part of this journey, as bmi has finally achieved its long-held goal of cancelling forever their service between the capital and the former RAF Goosepool, more recently known as Tees-side and now
Suffice to say: no carry-on luggage allowed, no jetty at LHR, no bus to terminal, no lift or escalator to arrivals level and a gate so far from anywhere at ‘T1’ that it might just as well have been called ‘Slough’.
It’s true that the bmi service between Heathrow and Schiphol remains, but rather in the manner of a dry, nagging cough that refuses to shift and annoys both the throat it travels and all those around.
In fact, service, is perhaps too strong a word. Very much in the manner of previous US Airways experiences, we took off, nothing happened and we landed – with a few scowls thrown around for interest. The scowls appeared to be free for Gold & Silver Diamond Club members, but I rather had the feeling that us ‘Blues’ were paying for them.
There was certainly plenty of time for a few more grimaces pre-disembarkation, as the Airbus A319’s taxi from the Polderbaan to the terminal took very nearly as long as we’d spent aloft across the North Sea.
Forgettable in every way – but also 80% cheaper than a one-way Teesside to
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