Nothing excites compassion, in friend and foe alike, as much as the sight of you ker-splonked on the Tarmac with your propeller buried six feet under.

Tremendous, little short of superb. On cracking form.

My friends, as I have discovered myself, there are no disasters, only opportunities. And, indeed, opportunities for fresh disasters.

I advise you all very strongly - go for a run, get some exercise, and have a beautiful day.