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Has Qantas banned shorts in the lounge? Last Sunday 2 young women with the shortest of short shorts in the lounge. The shorts were so short they were almost thongs.
 
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Has Qantas banned shorts in the lounge? Last Sunday 2 young women with the shortest of short shorts in the lounge. The shorts were so short they were almost thongs.
A bugbear of mine is that women can get away with such manner of dressing but not men. I don’t think men should get away with it but likewise enforce decency and dare I say, a measure of equality with the standards of dress required for women.
 
Haven’t we come a long way from the Blue Room:

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All the ambience of a down market pub during happy hour on Friday night, almost inedible food and the exclusiveness of Woolworths.

Yes, I did darken the doors of the Blue Room. Many times. But for all the faults of our lounges, we are light years ahead of the Blue Room, and many so called “premium lounges” in places like Bali. I’m not complaining that much.
 
If I recall correctly, the location of the Blue Room in SYD is now a toilet. Quite fitting.
 
we are light years ahead of the Blue Room, and many so called “premium lounges” in places like Bali. I’m not complaining that much.

Yet at the time they served their purpose, for providing a quiet space away from the main terminal, and little else. These days if you want a quiet space, the terminal (at an empty gate) is the place to find it.
 
Yet at the time they served their purpose, for providing a quiet space away from the main terminal, and little else. These days if you want a quiet space, the terminal (at an empty gate) is the place to find it.
I guess, but I need more than a quiet place, and the terminal simply doesn’t offer the ability to do my job adequately while waiting for a flight.
 
I guess, but I need more than a quiet place, and the terminal simply doesn’t offer the ability to do my job adequately while waiting for a flight.

But back in 2003 ....??

I am spoilt, at my home airport, the terminals are as good as many lounges, in terms having what I need to do my job, or anything else, when waiting for a flight. Just have to pay for the F&B.
 
But back in 2003 ....??

I am spoilt, at my home airport, the terminals are as good as many lounges, in terms having what I need to do my job, or anything else, when waiting for a flight. Just have to pay for the F&B.
Oh, sorry, didn’t notice SIN location. If only we had the same in Oz......
 
A bugbear of mine is that women can get away with such manner of dressing but not men. I don’t think men should get away with it but likewise enforce decency and dare I say, a measure of equality with the standards of dress required for women.

Totally agree. Any female that steps into a Lounge looking like she just got voted off Survivor Island gives me the creeps.
 
And while I'm on my soapbox - the loudspeaker phone call is my Peeve Of Choice. Twice at LAX I have suffered the indignity of being privy to high decibel personal phone conversations. The first was in the *A Lounge - some boorish Aussie woman proudly boasting to her cyber friend of the epic, coke fuelled junket she had just experienced, courtesy of her ignorant Company's generous travel allowance.

The other was a boofhead Aussie in Emirates Lounge giving us all a complete rundown of his hilarious week in Vegas via Facetime. However, I do hope his daughter's swimming lessons aren't impacted by his wife's new gym schedule AND that his mate in Brisbane gets over the operation in time for their upcoming fishing trip...………..

It was embarrassing to be an Australian.
 
It is amazing what people do discuss in lounges.Quite a while ago in the Imperial lounge of the Cavalieri hotel in Rome sitting next to us was one of the owners and a senior management fellow from Blackstone who had just taken over Hilton.The owner was complaining about all the freeloader plats taking over the lounge and they wanted to get a new area for elites and have the Imperial lounge just for guests of the Imperial floor and suites.
I reported it on FT and no one believed me and were upset when that happened 2 years later.
 
I've eaten my fair share of lounge good and not once fallen ill from it (I've doomed myself now for my next flight). How many have?
I've had two bouts of food poisoning, one worse than the other, both of which I attribute to lounges in DEL T3, where the wet food was topped up, not replaced. DEL belly if you like :rolleyes:

and yes I am a slow learner!

cheers skip
 
I've eaten my fair share of lounge good and not once fallen ill from it (I've doomed myself now for my next flight). How many have? Is this issue being blown out of proportion? Just a question to explore at this stage as I don't have evidence one way or another, other than a single data point of me.

Food for though...sorry, I couldn't resist :)
I had scomboid food poisoning about 12 years ago and I'm certain the culprit was tuna baguettes although I could not prove that was the case. It was in the old SYD T2 Qantas lounge after a flight and had a headache and dizziness in the taxi on the way home and a few minutes after arriving home I was violently ill.

Wife has been ill a few times from I suspect lounge food but that may well be allergic reaction rather than food poisoning.
 
Husband had a very suspicious omelette at Sydney T1 and was crook all the way to LAX. But my story currently holds the family trophy for Worst Case of Food Poisoning before a Flight:

(Ahem.....) It was 2010. Husband and I were departing Vegas that day for a connecting flight home to Sydney. We cruised down the the Miracle Mile where I (foolishly) feasted on a chicken burrito for breakfast. Who does that?

Anyhoo, I began to feel a little nauseous at McCarran Airport, but figured I was tired from the trip and just needed some zzzz before the long haul from LAX. We were flying Delta home, so we tottered into the Delta Lounge where I promptly curled up in an oversized chair to sleep it off. Mr Clipped was bringing all these delicacies back from the buffet and offering his pungent finds under my (now) hyper sensitive nose and stomach. The aromas did their job and I went flying to the toilets, where I spent the rest of the evening.

We boarded late that night and luckily, we were 3 rows from the most rear lavatory in Y. The Captain fired up the turbines, everyone took their seat and the FA's strapped themselves in. Everyone was quiet. So when my bloated belly gurgled and loudly announced it was time to evacuate - well it did just that. I vaulted from my seat and jumped into the lav without touching the floor or locking the door.

My embarrassed husband did what any reasonable passenger would do. He denied knowing me.

The FA's slammed the ABORT button and screamed at me to return to my seat. By now, I was - er, evacuating from all exits. I wasn't exactly in a position to obey them. The pilot was totally pissed and ordered me off the plane. But I was in no position to leave that toilet. After a lengthy time negotiating - I opened the lav door. I will never forget the look on the young cabin steward - who fell backwards as the aromatic fruits of my labour escaped.

They tried in vain to eject me from the flight, but I turned on the waterworks and insisted it was a the burrito's fault. I promised to be a good girl if they let me stay. Which they did. But not before handing me a bottle of water and a large sachet of hand sanitiser. To their credit, they checked on me throughout the flight, where I managed a sweaty and restless evening all the way home. As we descended into Sydney 14 hours later, I was much better. And ravenous. But Mr Clipped refused to let me eat until we arrived home some 2 hours later. He wasn't taking any chances risking servo restrooms along the Pacific Highway......
 
Husband had a very suspicious omelette at Sydney T1 and was crook all the way to LAX. But my story currently holds the family trophy for Worst Case of Food Poisoning before a Flight:

(Ahem.....) It was 2010. Husband and I were departing Vegas that day for a connecting flight home to Sydney. We cruised down the the Miracle Mile where I (foolishly) feasted on a chicken burrito for breakfast. Who does that?

Anyhoo, I began to feel a little nauseous at McCarran Airport, but figured I was tired from the trip and just needed some zzzz before the long haul from LAX. We were flying Delta home, so we tottered into the Delta Lounge where I promptly curled up in an oversized chair to sleep it off. Mr Clipped was bringing all these delicacies back from the buffet and offering his pungent finds under my (now) hyper sensitive nose and stomach. The aromas did their job and I went flying to the toilets, where I spent the rest of the evening.

We boarded late that night and luckily, we were 3 rows from the most rear lavatory in Y. The Captain fired up the turbines, everyone took their seat and the FA's strapped themselves in. Everyone was quiet. So when my bloated belly gurgled and loudly announced it was time to evacuate - well it did just that. I vaulted from my seat and jumped into the lav without touching the floor or locking the door.

My embarrassed husband did what any reasonable passenger would do. He denied knowing me.

The FA's slammed the ABORT button and screamed at me to return to my seat. By now, I was - er, evacuating from all exits. I wasn't exactly in a position to obey them. The pilot was totally pissed and ordered me off the plane. But I was in no position to leave that toilet. After a lengthy time negotiating - I opened the lav door. I will never forget the look on the young cabin steward - who fell backwards as the aromatic fruits of my labour escaped.

They tried in vain to eject me from the flight, but I turned on the waterworks and insisted it was a the burrito's fault. I promised to be a good girl if they let me stay. Which they did. But not before handing me a bottle of water and a large sachet of hand sanitiser. To their credit, they checked on me throughout the flight, where I managed a sweaty and restless evening all the way home. As we descended into Sydney 14 hours later, I was much better. And ravenous. But Mr Clipped refused to let me eat until we arrived home some 2 hours later. He wasn't taking any chances risking servo restrooms along the Pacific Highway......

What a nightmare
 
Food poisoning can take up to 72 hours to take effect.
It's highly possible what someone ate well outside the airport is responsible.
Of course it's also possible that it could be something at the airport or onboard.
 
Here’s one that is current and IMHO inappropriate. This family of 4 came in 20 mins ago and set up in the long sofas near the front entrance in MEL QP. The father (on the right) took his shoes off and proceeded to lie down with his hat over his face and promptly fell asleep (thankfully he wasn’t snoring). The QP Front Desk Concierge noticed him about 10 mins later and went up to him, having to call him a number of times before the pax raised his head and enquired why he was being woken up (in a loud enough voice for everyone in ear shot to look up to watch and hear the discussion). The QP guy asked him in a low quiet voice a number of times to put his shoes back on because of OH&S and QC requirements for footwear at all times. The pax kept questioning why he needed to?

He begrudgingly relented when he was told he’d need to leave the Lounge if he wasn’t going to comply. What a tosser! No respect for other and common decency. It’s not a bed at your home, it’s a commercial club lounge.

Unfortunately (or maybe not) there is a chair blocking the sight of his bare feet.

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I just went up to the QP employee and thanked him for pointing out the OH&S requirements to the pax and had a chat about the new Lounge and wanting to keep it as pristine for as long as possible and upholding the minimum dress standards. He thanked me for my support.
 
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I've found airport lounges are normally ok, though I have had a rather rude QF lounge attendant a while ago which I have already spoken reels about on here before. Aside from all that though I must say this kind of poor behaviour even extends to places like the RACV Club and its resorts, which one would think for its fees and its supposed high end nature would not be the bearer of bad behaviour. Unfortunately though that isn't always the case. I was at Healsville spending the day away with my family and some mates to celebrate my birthday (from what I recall though that may have been another time) a couple of years back and we were enjoying some nice time in the lounge they have there, which is designated as a quiet space for people to relax, enjoy the view outside or complete some work. One family though thought it was an awesome idea to bring their loudmouth toddlers in and let them play one of those silly kiddy games on an iPad with the volume up on full whilst the parents sat back and enjoyed a coffee. Sure enough within 30 seconds of this all starting they were getting some pretty serious looking death stares from multiple other people in the room, myself, my parents and all my friends included. Thankfully one of the waiters who periodically comes through the lounge to provide drinks and light snacks heard the racket and had a bit of a word with the parents, who begrudgingly calmed their kids down, turned off the iPad and left. The fact that some people see this kind of thing as ok, especially in a classy resort, is beyond me, even as a 17 year old.

On the topic of dress code while I'm at it, I like how the MCG's MCC member's club restaurant has a board at the front desk which displays images of people of all different ages dressed appropriately, and also inappropriately to enter. Makes perfectly sure that there is no confusion about what "smart casual" means, and also makes it very clear that children, regardless of age, are NOT excepted from the dress code requirements. It's the sort of thing I think we need in a lot more places too; restaurants, hotels, schools (good god some of the stuff I see where I go which puffs its chest out about being a prestigious private school makes me sick) and airline lounges. Dress for the quality of the place you are going. Sure, you can walk into the local bistro in shorts, a singlet full of holes and thongs if you wish, but don't be surprised when you are denied entry into the member's dining room at the RACV City Club whilst wearing the same outfit. All you need is a bit of self respect and class, I really don't understand why it seems to be so hard for some people.
 
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