I can't let this thread go by, without:
A) Thanking all those people who've taken the trouble, especially Jim for getting the ball rolling.
B) Relating the day when my sister dropped in, in my Brother-in-law's private jet:
When I got to LB, the whole ground crew, mechanics, men with table tennis bats, administrators, front of house, were standing as though it were '64 and the Beatles were arriving .
After a little trouble finding a parking space (a Honda doesn't hack it, in the exec. jet section) they had to hide it round the back, a very pleasant girl with a clip boards greets us: "Have you come to meet Mrs.*********", "Yes", " She's coming in a Challenger (I think that was it), we haven't had one land here before, everybody wants to see it".

The steps come down, like a scene from close encounters, tension mounts in the crowd, my sister appears covered in the
stuff that comes with mucking out horses.....which is precisely what she had been doing.

Embarrassed! I blush to this day!

Somehow it doesn't look so good written down, as related over a pint!