I'll miss the racket of her flying past my house every night, my 4-year-old daughter would shout 'go, Conc, go', even she knew the sound. Very pleased I had a trip in 1996, it was worth every penny to see the navy blue sky and the curve of the earth at 60,000ft. I became an air trafficker the year Concorde entered commercial service, and on Thursday night I stood out on the balcony of the tower at Farnborough when she left for JFK, just so I could hear her one last time. Hard to believe we'll never hear that fabulous, ear-splitting crackle of real engines again. Thanks, Conc. You were the Queen of the Skies.
The Wright Brothers' first flight 1903, Concorde's last flight 2003. A century of boom gone bust.
