A hot summer afternoon at LHR in the 70's (or so I was told). Pan-Am 747 sruggles off the end of 27R, pops an engine and starts dumping fuel.
ATC. I see you have a problem Sir but you are not in a fuel dumping area and thats Windsor Castle straight ahead.
Pan-AM. Son, do you have a phone?.
ATC. Yes.
Pan-AM. Well you call the lady and ask her if she wants the fuel or the whole airplane!