I’ve just finished the World According to Clarkson and here is the last thoughts of his that I’ll share, I promise. As you can guess from the photo, it’s about Concorde, or rather its final flight.
I feel sorry for the machine itself, It’s sitting in its shed now, wondering what it’s done wrong. Why did it not fly yesterday and why is there no sense that it will fly today? Why is nobody tinkering with its engines and vacuuming its carpets? Read more ›››