Me, the boss of Aer Arann and the boss of London City Airport went out on a bender across London last night. Coincidentally they both bumped into their respective nieces and partied with them all night.
They drunkenly explained to me about how there were family squabbles and they didn't want their wives to find out they met their nieces last night and they needed an alibi. They came up with a plan to get over to Bristol, check into a hotel and say their meeting went on longer than expected.
We hastily took a taxi to EGLC, they cashed in a favour and we made our way air-side where there was an ATR fuelled and parked up. Because I was now sobering up, on their request I made my way into the cockpit for pre-flight.
Before long they were on the tarmac saying their goodbyes:
All ready to go:
Ready for departure:
Airborne:
There's EGGD:
Nearly Almost there:-
Almost there:
Tower view of our landing:
Parked up:
Just when we've made it and a wad of notes get slipped into my top pocket, we hear a sound coming from the onboard toilet:-
We all run away laughing.
The end.