So does this mean we'll see a new DJ advert with little Johnny Howard ditching the Falcon for a 737.
More importantly will the flight time be sufficient for the hosties to
paint his face. Pity Cheryl's not still around the traps, that would be a sight to behold.
Wonder how the pollies will go putting their hands in their own pockets for the DJ grub en-route. They might have to start putting doggy bags in the Parliamentary dining room!
