There was nothing subtle about our landing. The pilot just pointed the nose at the ground and let her rip.
The audience was swell. They were so polite they covered their mouths when they yawned.
I only speak a little pigeon French. Just enough to get by with the little French pigeons.
I love flying. I've been to almost as many places as my luggage.
The service at the Imperial (Tokyo) is the finest I've encountered anywhere. There was a button next to my bed marked ROOM SERVICE - and a maid to press it for me.
You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.