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	<title>Comments on: Chocks Away!</title>
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		<title>By: Donal</title>
		<link>http://thegurrier.com/2006/06/23/chocks-away/comment-page-1/#comment-1437</link>
		<dc:creator>Donal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 23:02:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I see you&#039;ve flown Ryanair too. Welcome to the site Neil.</description>
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		<title>By: Neil Struthers</title>
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		<dc:creator>Neil Struthers</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 14:47:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;Dear god!  Look man--the propellors!  They&#039;ve gone all rubbery!&quot;

The copilot&#039;s face was a twisted rictus of terror. &quot;It&#039;s happening again,&quot; he said, twitching.  &quot;Ha!  &lt;i&gt;Ha!&lt;/i&gt;  It&#039;s...it&#039;s happening again!&quot;

The wheel melted in the copilot&#039;s hands.  Dials warped and needles wilted, switches popped from their housings and pedals fell limp underfoot.  

&quot;The wings,&quot; whispered the pilot, breathless.  &quot;The wings are...flapping.&quot;

From the nose of the plane came a great metallic squawk.  The copilot, for whom it had all been too much, slept soundly.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Dear god!  Look man&#8211;the propellors!  They&#8217;ve gone all rubbery!&#8221;</p>
<p>The copilot&#8217;s face was a twisted rictus of terror. &#8220;It&#8217;s happening again,&#8221; he said, twitching.  &#8220;Ha!  <i>Ha!</i>  It&#8217;s&#8230;it&#8217;s happening again!&#8221;</p>
<p>The wheel melted in the copilot&#8217;s hands.  Dials warped and needles wilted, switches popped from their housings and pedals fell limp underfoot.  </p>
<p>&#8220;The wings,&#8221; whispered the pilot, breathless.  &#8220;The wings are&#8230;flapping.&#8221;</p>
<p>From the nose of the plane came a great metallic squawk.  The copilot, for whom it had all been too much, slept soundly.</p>
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