Flying To Learn
I’m out of the country on business. As I write this I’m actually on a plane. A very small one. Not Buddy Holly small, but it’s got propellors, so the association is there in my mind.
I wonder if Ritchie Valence ever got any stick for sharing a name with the frilly skirty bit that goes around the side of a bed. That’s probably why he hung around with a bloke who called himself “The Big Bopper”. Took some of the heat off.
They have computers where I’m going and everything. I’ll try and post this when I land. If you can read this thank a pilot.
January 12th, 2006 at 10:18 pm
I’m worried. If the pilot is holding your laptop still (as in unmoving - not as he’s still holding it - why would he be?)- who is flying the plane?
What if this is your last ever post you ever write? What if you’re all doomed? *shows whites of eyes*
I’m scared for you now and I don’t even know you.
Where are you going Biggles and what is your mission?
January 13th, 2006 at 10:06 pm
Oh thank god you made it!
I was worried. Cos it wouldn’t have been funny if that had really happened. I would’ve had to live with my flippant comment for life.
Hope your trip was turbulence-free.
January 14th, 2006 at 12:03 pm
The landing was awful. The wind was wipping up through the airfield. The cab driver that picked us up said “Did you come down in that one? I was watching that through my hands. God it looked rough.”