Triffids Beard 2 - The Bearded Triffid
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Monomania<br />
Phoenixine Ninety-Eight, October 1997<br />
It has been an odd month. I had a disturbing encounter with an aeroplane; the only books I have read<br />
have all been by the same author; I violated the laws of probability; and my cat's gone bald.<br />
It all started when the Dominion sent me the new Patricia Cornwell novel for review. I'd never read any<br />
of her books before, though I'd seen her sprawling all over the thriller shelves and I had realised that she<br />
was a popular and prolific writer. I read the novel (Unnatural Exposure) in a sitting. It was so good that<br />
I simply didn't want to let go. When I finished it I realised that I wanted more and I wanted it now.<br />
Nothing else would do; no other writer could scratch my literary itch. So I immediately went out and<br />
bought every Patricia Cornwell book on the shelves which turned out to be all of them since they remain<br />
constantly in print.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n I had to go to Wellington on business -- here was a heaven-sent opportunity to spend my evenings<br />
catching up on Patricia Cornwell. I decided to forego the usual social whirl that generally marks my visits<br />
to the capital, and I packed a suitcase full of Patricia Cornwell.<br />
About half way to Wellington the pilot announced chirpily that the airport was closed because of the<br />
weather. Nothing had been able to land for the last hour or so and the visibility was getting worse.<br />
"But we've got plenty of fuel," he said cheerfully, "so we'll circle a bit in case it clears up. If the worst<br />
happens, we might have to divert to Palmerston North."<br />
We began our descent and the cloud cover rolled in, thicker and thicker, no sign of any airport, just solid<br />
mist. <strong>The</strong>n, with no warning at all, the engines roared out at full throttle and we shot up into the bright<br />
blue sky above the clouds again.<br />
"Sorry about that," said the pilot. "It's still a bit thick on the ground. I think I'll try again; from the North<br />
this time, there might be better visibility. And anyway we are a four engine jet with lots of power. We can<br />
get MUCH closer to the ground before we have to abort than other types of planes can."<br />
I could hear the "so there, yah boo sucks!" tone in his voice. Obviously other types of planes were for<br />
wimps -- real pilots flew British Aerospace Whisper Jets.<br />
By this time I had begun to realise that we had an obsessive-compulsive in the driver's seat. His job<br />
description said that the plane had to land at Wellington and land at Wellington it damn well would! A little<br />
thing like the weather was not going to be allowed to interfere with the proper running of the universe.<br />
Besides, the crew were all Wellington based (they had told us that on take off) and doubtless they<br />
wanted to get home. Diverting to Palmerston North was not in their plans. It would spoil their day. <strong>The</strong>y'd<br />
miss their favourite show on the TV.<br />
<strong>The</strong> plane droned on, obviously lining up for an approach from the North (we'd come in from the South<br />
last time, across the strait). <strong>The</strong>n we began our descent again and the view outside the window became<br />
solid, thick and grey once more.<br />
<strong>The</strong> pressure in my eardrums told me that we were going down and down, but still there was no break<br />
in the clouds, no sign of any land at all, just solid unending grey.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n suddenly the ground appeared, almost immediately beneath our wingtips -- we were so low I'll<br />
swear I could have jumped out and run alongside the plane! I could almost count the blades of grass<br />
bordering the runway. We swooped in and touched down to a perfect landing within seconds of the<br />
ground appearing. Everybody applauded wildly.<br />
"Welcome to Wellington," said the cabin chief drily. "I bet the competition couldn't have done that."