It was a very early start for me that day and my combined hangover and dyslexia made the letters VMC very difficult for me to understand clearly what was being asked.
I'm sorry if it has embarrassed us as a fraternity but I just can't help it sometimes ok?
The worst part was that I thought I had tuned into Cranwell. Imagine my shock when Cranfield started talking to me. I didn't have the heart to admit the error of my ways and just continued to avoid having to own up.
My wife was with me navigating at the time but she was of little use as she is afraid of heights and had her skirt jammed in the door which caused an alimighty distracting noise making matters even worse.
We all have days like this....don't we?