this is old but i thought i would share.
Was talking to Sara about when Bruce Dickenson flew stranded British holiday makers in Egypt home after the collapse of a tour major operator couple of years back. but i think what follows below what really happened..
The scene is a busy airport lobby, two pilots are walking at a quickened pace through the chaos as people try and frantically determine what is to happen to their loved ones stranded in foreign lands. You can tell their pilots because they are wearing pilot uniforms. One of them is walking more determinedly. His name is Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson. The other grabs him by the arm, stopping him.
"Bruce! You can't do this!"
"People are trapped out there, they need our help."
"Dont be a fool; theyll have your wings"
"To hell with them and to hell with you!"
At this Bruce yanks his arm free and tears open his shirt revealing a washed out charcoal maiden shirt and barges by.
I cant let you do this Bruce! ITS NOT HOW WE DO THINGS!!!
His cries are lost to Bruce as he starts to run to the departure lounge, shedding the last of his pilot uniform down to his tight fit denims and white trainers.
Entering the departure lounge he can see the security have been alerted. They try to restrain him but he will not be stopped. For he is Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson. Breaking free and hurdling over the seats he soon puts distance between them, his hair growing longer with each meter.
Locked in the cabin of a Boeing 747, Bruce starts his pre-flight prep. Security bangs at the door and the control tower crackles over the radio.
".bzzt Bruce! Stand down! I repeat..STAND DOWN!..."
"Im sorry control but I cant hear you over the MEEEEETTTTAAALLLLLLLLL!!!"
And Cranks up his stereo to a volume that would make a normal mans ears bleed but he is no normal man. He is Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson. Only the door between the cockpit muffles the sound enough that the security guards heads dont pop but the resonating bass causes their bowls to loosen and they flee to the nearest toilets. At that Bruce takes up his take off trajectory and pushes the plane to full throttle. On the runway the guys with the luminous batons dive clear as the plane gains momentum and takes to the air and straight towards a thunder cloud than no one had noticed before.
In the control tower they laugh knowing that it would be suicide to fly straight through a storm cloud of such magnitude but he is Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson. And watch they do as the plane enters. With eyes wide they stare as lightening flashes and thunder roars shaking the windows of the tower and after what seems like an age (but it was only really a minute) the plane emerges from the other side, its clean white visage now replaced by Black with flame decals, spikes on the wings and guitar amps for engines. The last thing they see is a leather clad hand with spiked wristbands throwing up the devil horns as the plane jets off into the sky.
In Egypt, passengers sit disheartened and stranded on the runway in the blazing sun. Black market travel agents jeer at them and try to charge them inordinate fees for tickets they so desperately need to get back home. Suddenly, like a dog hearing something that a human cant one of them looks to the sky causing a ripple effect through the crowd and something strange happens, for some strange reason they start to feel something. A strange buzz deep within their chest that grows and grows as a small black spec in the distance grows larger. it is Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson
and That feeling is hope.
The travel agents feel something too but what they feel is fear and they start to line planes on the runway to block the ominous speck on the horizon but it is all for naught as the seven four seven bears down towards the runway, a mighty blast from its jet amps blowing away most of the planes and melting the ones that didnt. As its screeches to a halt the holiday makers need no further invitation as they pile into the plane. The last to board spots tanks on the horizon. As the plane u-turns and takes off to return home shells explode on either side buffeting the plane violently.
The fasten your seatbelt sign illuminates.
And with a thrust that pins all its passengers to their seats the plane pushes forward and once again into the sky. Over the intercom a voice can be heard.
First off we would like to thank you for flying air Iron Maiden. We will be cruising at six hundred and sixty six feet to our destination. we hope you enjoy the flight. this has been your captain speaking. Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson
The end
and thats how it happened but it was covered up by the airports to avoid the negative press.
Was talking to Sara about when Bruce Dickenson flew stranded British holiday makers in Egypt home after the collapse of a tour major operator couple of years back. but i think what follows below what really happened..
The scene is a busy airport lobby, two pilots are walking at a quickened pace through the chaos as people try and frantically determine what is to happen to their loved ones stranded in foreign lands. You can tell their pilots because they are wearing pilot uniforms. One of them is walking more determinedly. His name is Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson. The other grabs him by the arm, stopping him.
"Bruce! You can't do this!"
"People are trapped out there, they need our help."
"Dont be a fool; theyll have your wings"
"To hell with them and to hell with you!"
At this Bruce yanks his arm free and tears open his shirt revealing a washed out charcoal maiden shirt and barges by.
I cant let you do this Bruce! ITS NOT HOW WE DO THINGS!!!
His cries are lost to Bruce as he starts to run to the departure lounge, shedding the last of his pilot uniform down to his tight fit denims and white trainers.
Entering the departure lounge he can see the security have been alerted. They try to restrain him but he will not be stopped. For he is Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson. Breaking free and hurdling over the seats he soon puts distance between them, his hair growing longer with each meter.
Locked in the cabin of a Boeing 747, Bruce starts his pre-flight prep. Security bangs at the door and the control tower crackles over the radio.
".bzzt Bruce! Stand down! I repeat..STAND DOWN!..."
"Im sorry control but I cant hear you over the MEEEEETTTTAAALLLLLLLLL!!!"
And Cranks up his stereo to a volume that would make a normal mans ears bleed but he is no normal man. He is Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson. Only the door between the cockpit muffles the sound enough that the security guards heads dont pop but the resonating bass causes their bowls to loosen and they flee to the nearest toilets. At that Bruce takes up his take off trajectory and pushes the plane to full throttle. On the runway the guys with the luminous batons dive clear as the plane gains momentum and takes to the air and straight towards a thunder cloud than no one had noticed before.
In the control tower they laugh knowing that it would be suicide to fly straight through a storm cloud of such magnitude but he is Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson. And watch they do as the plane enters. With eyes wide they stare as lightening flashes and thunder roars shaking the windows of the tower and after what seems like an age (but it was only really a minute) the plane emerges from the other side, its clean white visage now replaced by Black with flame decals, spikes on the wings and guitar amps for engines. The last thing they see is a leather clad hand with spiked wristbands throwing up the devil horns as the plane jets off into the sky.
In Egypt, passengers sit disheartened and stranded on the runway in the blazing sun. Black market travel agents jeer at them and try to charge them inordinate fees for tickets they so desperately need to get back home. Suddenly, like a dog hearing something that a human cant one of them looks to the sky causing a ripple effect through the crowd and something strange happens, for some strange reason they start to feel something. A strange buzz deep within their chest that grows and grows as a small black spec in the distance grows larger. it is Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson
and That feeling is hope.
The travel agents feel something too but what they feel is fear and they start to line planes on the runway to block the ominous speck on the horizon but it is all for naught as the seven four seven bears down towards the runway, a mighty blast from its jet amps blowing away most of the planes and melting the ones that didnt. As its screeches to a halt the holiday makers need no further invitation as they pile into the plane. The last to board spots tanks on the horizon. As the plane u-turns and takes off to return home shells explode on either side buffeting the plane violently.
The fasten your seatbelt sign illuminates.
And with a thrust that pins all its passengers to their seats the plane pushes forward and once again into the sky. Over the intercom a voice can be heard.
First off we would like to thank you for flying air Iron Maiden. We will be cruising at six hundred and sixty six feet to our destination. we hope you enjoy the flight. this has been your captain speaking. Dickenson. Bruce Dickenson
The end
and thats how it happened but it was covered up by the airports to avoid the negative press.
evapilotone:
Amazing. That has to be what happened. 