.the bad news is it doesn't matter how long you fly there will still be those days where you make a Hound Dog (or Fox Hound for you Brits) landing
Thats so true on the work machine if we do one we have to go and do the walk of shame and say sorry to the punters.
Did an approach into leeds on a horrible night and and raped the runway. Hostie once we had got the pax off announced "hey lads that last one managed to get my tit out my bra" Which would be funny normally but when translated into yorkshire dialect broke the "bloody hell" atmosphere in the cockpit and started the "I made a right pigs ear of that, what i reckoned went wrong was apart from being !!!!e......" "yep sounds about right, forget about it, leeds is a bastard when its blowing a gale"
But strangely its the calm dry days that I manage to pull off my least impressive arrivals.