PARIS nursing mother of all hangovers
Jubilant team celebrates space plane triumph
The Paper Aircraft Released Into Space team is this morning nursing the mother of all hangovers following yesterday's triumphant conclusion to our audacious space plane mission.
For those of you looking for a once-in-a-lifetime moment, try recovering a paper aircraft which has flown from 60,000 feet to a gentle touchdown in woodland, in the process suffering just slight damage to one wing.
That emotional event came a couple of hours after we retrieved the main payload - in itself a cause for celebration, not that you'd know it looking at the expressions on the faces of Federico Buenadicha, Steve Daniels and John Oates:
When I get old...
I wonder how many of the trees in the landing zone saw Vulture One go past and thought, "That's what I want to be when I grow up!!"
I don't know about that one, but I am pretty sure that Paris has been involved many times with the sound of one hand clapping
Re: OK...time to start the conspiracy theory
Yes, we just loaded the plane in the van, went for a couple of beers and then planted it in the woods. En route, though, we came across a UFO crash site, killed all the locals who witnessed the prang, and then flew the remains of the intergalactic casualties to Area 51 on our black helicopter.
We did, of course, have to spend two days faking the PARIS launch photos, as well as those of the plane construction, because neither of those ever happened.
All we have to do now is rub the memories of the people who know the whole thing was a pathetic set-up aimed at getting page hits, and we're sorted.
I don't exist either, actually, and I simply invented an imaginary PARIS project to feed an imaginary internet feedback loop of deception.