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Back in 2006 I was on the Flybe Exeter to Jersey. We were about 10 minutes from landing when I started feeling decidedly unwell. I mean, quite definitely not very well at all in quite a big way. I frantically worked out where the sick bag was. Next thing I knew, we'd landed, the plane was empty, and a flight attendant was saying in mono "excuse me sir, are you ok?" As her voice came back into stereo, I mumbled something, got up and staggered off the plane. I felt like death warmed up. I must've looked bad too, because I got stopped by airport security
on the way out.
Well that was a bit odd.
