Oh, for heaven's sake, give it a
rest.
This constant saccharine sentimentality has turned me from being a Concorde admirer to being so fed up of hearing about it that I wish I had all the soddin spares so that I could make sure the damn thing stayed on the ground.
Reading all this sugary nonsense is like eating a syrup-and-honey cake while watching the last reel of a U-rated Spielberg movie.
