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Jeez. Although there's no conclusions yet, it was very clear there was something definitely very badly wrong in the cockpit in that A320 crash. How on earth do you get into a gear-up landing situation apparently without realising, let alone decide on a go-around with the distinct possibility that you're going to touch down on the aircraft's belly?
 
Whenever I was flying around funny parts of the world I made sure the companies used weren't blacklisted by EU. There are probably a dozen cropduster pilots flying commercial planes above Africa right now. A friend was in situation where hours into the flight he notices his seat neighbour is using internet on his phone and asks how to connect to plane WiFI and the guy goes no wifi, look here pointing to the window. They were flying hundred meters above the road, because emergency landing, but this was regular procedure if something goes wrong apparently. Sometime later they gained altitude for the air corridor and normally landed in some big airport.
 
I had a dream the other night that I was getting a guitar lesson from Guthrie Govan. Or at least, I assume I was. I don't remember a guitar though. Anyway, he tells me to go & make him a cup of tea. It's to be really milky with the tiniest pinch of sugar. And luckily I have this tiny spoon, which helps. When I come back from making tea he's sitting watching some YouTube video of a guy playing guitar in his bedroom in a dress. I look at the screen & it looks like Saap. I know it's him, but don't tell Guthrie. The dream fizzles out. I don't remember anything else about it.
 
I had a dream the other night that I was getting a guitar lesson from Guthrie Govan. Or at least, I assume I was. I don't remember a guitar though. Anyway, he tells me to go & make him a cup of tea. It's to be really milky with the tiniest pinch of sugar. And luckily I have this tiny spoon, which helps. When I come back from making tea he's sitting watching some YouTube video of a guy playing guitar in his bedroom in a dress. I look at the screen & it looks like Saap. I know it's him, but don't tell Guthrie. The dream fizzles out. I don't remember anything else about it.

A man can wear whatever he wants in the privacy of his room!
 
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