Mad Jock.....Oi who let you out of your sand pit?
I did, you leave my grandson alone he's a good boy. Mutter, mutter, mutter, FISOs mutter, mutter.
the moment when Mr Murphy would ensure that your wireless didn't work.. Then what happens?
Having been in a similar position on my QXC I can tell you there is no more lonely feeling in the world. However, I kept talking [I knew D&D could hear me although I couldn't hear what they were saying], kept parallel to the runway I could see [Cambridge South - better known as Stansted]
maintained my height and kept looking for somewhere to land - there are lots of little airfields around there. D&D were wonderful as was Frank Marston at Duxford who realised that all really was NOT well and monitored my calls. I'm still here to prove that the system works.
The full story is much longer than this but I'm not going to repeat it here.