A blonde is on board a small two-seater airplane when suddenly the pilot dies.
Not knowing how to fly a plane she grabs the radio.
“Mayday, mayday! My pilot just died!”
Ground control received her call for help and answers back: “Don’t worry, madam.
I’ll talk you down, just do as I say. First I need you to give me your height and position.”
“I’m 5″2′ and sitting in the right front seat.”
Ground control: “Repeat after me: Our Father….. which art in Heaven….
Boadicea's Chariot 