> Carry your own bomb!
> Think about it.
> What are the odds of there being two totally unrelated people secretly
> carrying bombs on an aeroplane?
> Billions or more to one.
> Problem solved.
That's similar reasoning to what gamblers use - "I've lost the last 8
races, so I'd better put a big bet on, because I'm certain to win this
one"
Sounds like the login of Privet Baldrick in Blackadder goes forth
[The dugout. Blackadder is sitting in a chair reading a book. A record is
playing softly. Scratching noises are heard.]
Blackadder: Baldrick, what are you doing out there?
Baldrick: I'm carving something on this bullet sir.
Blackadder: What are you carving?
Baldrick: I'm carving "Baldrick", sir.
Blackadder: Why?
Baldrick: It's a cunning plan actually.
Blackadder: Of course it is.
Baldrick: You see, you know they say that somewhere there's a bullet
with your name on it?
Blackadder: Yes?
Baldrick: Well, I thought if I owned the bullet with my name on it,
I'd never get hit by it, 'cos I won't ever shoot myself.
Blackadder: Oh, shame.
Baldrick: And, the chances of there being two bullets with my name
on them are very small indeed.
Blackadder: That's not the only thing around here that's "very small
indeed". Your brain for example, is so minute, Baldrick, that if a hungry
cannibal cracked your head open there wouldn't be enough inside to cover a
small water-biscuit.
The alternative is to fly saudi arabian airlines- it would be packed
with bombers but they would be in transit.
Hedging his bets, was he?
LW
I'll leave the login pun to someone else.
LW
Pun?
What was i thinking? i have no idea where the login bit came from