British Airways steward found dancing naked in business class after ‘drugs binge' before flight from US to London
A BRITISH Airways crew member was found dancing naked in a business class toilet at 30,000ft.
The steward is suspected of using drugs before the incident, which happened as he was supposed to be serving an in-flight meal.
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Colleagues searched the aircraft when he went missing as they handed out food and drinks on the busy jet to London's Heathrow from the US.
The in-flight crew boss was then stunned to find him completely naked and jigging up and down in the Club World cabin loo.
He was bundled into a spare pair of pyjamas reserved for First Class passengers on the flight from San Francisco.
The steward was then escorted to the First Class cabin, where he was buckled into a luxury seat for the remainder of the ten-and-a-half hour journey.
BA bosses alerted cops, who met the double-decker Airbus A380 -800 on landing at 11am last Sunday to arrest him.
He also received medical attention and was taken from the plane — which had around 470 passengers and crew on board — in a wheelchair.
Angry crew members had to work the entire flight without breaks to cover for him.
The steward was suspended from duty while investigations continue.
One worker said: 'We think the guy popped pills when he was meant to be working. It is an extraordinary thing to do.
"The plane was cruising at 37,000ft over the Atlantic, but this bloke seemed to be higher than anyone else.
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'Rather than asking passengers 'chicken or beef', he was stripping off and dancing in the toilet. It was a long time before he was located and he was completely out of it.
'Not only is it really dangerous, it is a crazy way to end your BA career. This job can do ridiculous things to people, but staging a one-man disco in a Club World toilet is a new one on me.'
British Airways said it is a police matter. Scotland Yard was approached for comment.
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