Mmurray, I got into the papers some years ago after a engine failure out of CBR, the old girl (DC9) ingested part of one of her own tyres, and I ended up with one donk on rotate. Needless to say the F/O and I decided a beer at the CBR Hyatt was a much better bet than one at the SYD Hilton and did a quick go around and straight back in. As I was carrying the pollies back to their wives/ mistress's (it was a friday night) all of a sudden I was a hero, (until 89, then I turned into a overpaid bus driver) so the difference from the A380 missus comment was completely different to my missus. Your not coming home, she thundered, "but its your turn to do the Rugby/ netball run"! Ah, marital bliss.
