*Thinks about writing about a missing plane a month after the event*…
Anyone who has ever lived with me knows that I am a nightmare for losing things. More accurately I would say I regularly don’t know where things are. I regularly don’t know precisely where things are.
I know, for example, that my keys/wallet will be within the walls of my flat. I just don’t know where. It’s not a big flat and quite often it doesn’t take long to find them. The world knows that this airplane is within the confines of the world. And it can rule out like all the places where there are conurbations. And near conurbations.
Still I would have to admit that ratio wise, my wallet: my flat << an airplane:the world.
In that Will Smith film they can follow him running around the city centre in America. I know his ears are big but..oh what it’s a film? Well thanks but I hardly think they’d make a film with something unrealistic in it. Jack Black’s in that film you know. People don’t remember that, not a major role and a none-comedy role. Fair dos.
I am going to make a bold prediction and suggest that in five or six weeks no-one will have found out what happened to the plane and no-one will really mention it anymore.
