I may not have cannon to right of me, cannon to left of me, cannon behind me doing all of that volleying and thundering, but stunt plane engines do the job just as well.
The Farnborough Air Show comes up in a couple of weeks, and already the air is filled with the ear-splitting thunder of pilots making practise runs of the stunts they'll be performing. It's really quite distracting to hear, not to mention to see clearly from the window all of the barrel rolls and corkscrews and loops that the pilots go through each afternoon. So distracting, in fact, that I've taken time to blog about it when I ought to be writing my dissertation. I can't even console myself with the memory of a working lunch before this, because Sebastian came home for lunch and after several episodes of David Mitchell's Soapbox, we watched one of the stunt pilots in his practise.
The conclusion we've drawn is that, so long as we live in this flat, we never need to buy tickets for the air show. We have a great view from our living room windows! That said, if the view proves as good during the air show as it was today, we may need to have a little soirée that provides a view of the action combined with comfy seating and tasty nibbles.
Meanwhile, it's back to work for me as I try desperately to stop singing the two songs that comprise the Top Gun soundtrack....
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