Ah, the night flights - most of the crew asleep or gossiping in the galleys, no food or drink unless you go walkabout and look for it (even in J Class, thanks a lot NZ), a quick peep at the airmap to find that you are in mid-Pacific with 7 hours to go before sunrise, turbulence just starting, and likely to continue for 5 hours, and you've watched all the decent movies. Then the infants start crying, the insomniacs start doing their exercises in the aisles. It stays that way until the sun rises (if the people in the window seats remember to raise the blinds so you can see it, and you realise that your body may be about to start the descent, but your libido is half a world away in a totally different timezone.
Give me daytime flights, thanks, with the occasional evening where you can get some nice wine and a lazy meal before arrival!
"...every aircraft is subtly different.."