Thursday, January 17, 2008

Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to London Heathrow Terminal 4a

Either a trouser browning realisation in the flight deck that there's "nothing on the clocks but the maker's name" followed by exceptional piloting skills or some flight deck dozing incompetence of monumental proportions followed by a dose of trouser browning exceptional luck. In any event if you can walk away it's a landing (as my flying instructor used to tell me).

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