The Irish football team are kicking up a stink in the pride of the Aer-Lingus fleet - A DC3.
They are smashing the seats and trying to play a game in asile.
To compound the problem - the venerable DC3 is trying to clear the Black Mountains in Wales, eventually as the ball flies through the curtain for the 20th time the captain turns to the F/O and says "go sort those feckers out"
Two minutes later, it goes quiet and the DC3 lifts another 400' and clears the mountains. "What did you do?" askes the captain.
"Too be sure, tis a lovely day, I just asked them to play outside"
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How can you tell an aircraft that has been sold by Aer-Lingus?
Outside toilet.
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OK, that's it, and I promise not to tell the runway joke again. However I will point out that it is very hard to keep a straight face when you meet someone (Irish) who you've not seen for eight years - and the conversation goes like...
"Tis yourself, isn't it - are you still drinking that lager muck?"
"John! Good to see you, but its 07:00 in the morning"
"True, a pint of Guiness it is then - sets you up for the day"
"Oh god...."
Meeting (?) what meeting we spent the whole day in the business lounge at LHR (can't spell Heathrow)
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