Nothing excites compassion, in friend and foe alike, as much as the sight of you ker-splonked on the Tarmac with your propeller buried six feet under.
"Trust me, being sacked isn't all bad", Daily Telegraph, 2 December 2004, p. 26.
Nothing excites compassion, in friend and foe alike, as much as the sight of you ker-splonked on the Tarmac with your propeller buried six feet under.
"Trust me, being sacked isn't all bad", Daily Telegraph, 2 December 2004, p. 26.