Tarnished,
Well spotted. Not so much a quiet day in the office as a calm period before the storm. Plenty of time to pull the pin and toss in the old hand grenade.
This is written in a quiet period of contemplation before the next tempest is unleashed. Oh the joys of the business life. I do miss climbing into the green (or blue) suit and rushing off into the wild grey yonder.
As for the comments on the qualities of the jet - cant remember who they were from - I did have the pleasure of flying it from Warton, and the performance IS astonishing.
Tea-break over, back on my head.