Doesn't just happen to you professionals either. I was doing the last base leg of my night qualification tonight when some fecker in the armpit of Coventry flashed me with a laser. Still, I managed to both report it and continue to a decent landing. Three hours later with a pint of Marstons oatmeal stout to relax me, it still feels as though I have had a bit of dust in that eye. Hanging is too good for them, etc.