Trauma at 55,000 ft
posted by Missus Boot at 16:09
Today we marked the end of an era as Concorde flew it's last ever flight

Concorde was the only plane that I went on that traumatised me with a chicken. Y'see, I was only seven and was going through a phase of enjoying chicken as a meal on a very regular basis. I therefore chose to have chicken on this particular flight, especially when I was told that, "it's just like chicken from the chip shop, dear."

It wasn't. Smiling stewardess served up the grub and I enthusiastically stabbed the chicken with my fork, but then all this grey stuff came oozing out. I now realise that the substance was some sort of mushroom puree, but at the time I thought that the grey stuff was old, grey, smelly chicken guts. I became convinced that the chicken was, in fact, a kind of zombie that wanted to take over the world.

I screamed for several miles.

Chicken aside, here's a scary picture of my brother and I, both sporting dreadful clothes, hair and faces, looking smug at Mach 2.