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So, I'm in Ireland, at Julie's house on REAL INTERNET.

This is a great event. Sadly, there's no way I can catch up on all the LJ in the last two weeks, and I'm only here until 7am Friday morning, at which point we drive back to (internetless) Brighton, via the ferry.

I'm glad we're going on the ferry because TODAY OUR PLANE NEARLY CRASHED AND KILLED EVERYONE.

O_O

For serious.

We were coming in to Cork when I noticed we were very low - and very fast. Like, barely above the trees low. We hit the runway with a real jolt, and then the damn thing seemed to actually speed up for a second, and then the breaks were applied with everything they had, airbrakes and ailerons flapping like paper and we basically skidded to a stop - after what felt like forever.

When they then turned us around to taxi back to the gate, we saw that we were no more than 300 FEET from the very end of the runway. After which there was grass and trees.

All week we've been watching the news and joking that everything going was telling us not to fly today (two major crashes and an emergency landing on the very airline we were travelling?!) so this was all a bit, "CHRIST ON A BIKE!!!!!1!!"

I'm not so sure I'd fly Ryanair again.

But I'm alive, for now. Watch out for the ferry disaster between Rosslare and Fishguard, Friday morning...