So, we meet again VH-OQD, alias Fergus McMaster, you mother-{bleeping} son of a {bleep} piece of {bleep}. Remember me? DO YOU? DO YOU, YOU MISERABLE AIRBORNE HUNK OF JUNK??

September 2019. You were supposed to take us to London. You left several hours late because of mechanical trouble, so we stayed in the Qantas Lounge with bogans who were getting off their faces because Qantas allows a completely open bar. Finally we boarded into our economy seats. Not the cheapest economy seats, but we paid more for ones which were upgradable, except our hundreds of thousands of Qantas Frequent Flyer points were worth exactly nothing, as it turned out. Your smoke alarms started going off randomly, despite the fact that the things were developed in the 1800s and they ought to WORK PROPERLY BY NOW. Your pilot had a bad dose of the conniptions on approach to Singapore and had to go around. Your little electronic brain was so screwed up when we landed there that we spent the night sleeping on the floor of Changi Airport while they were trying to restart you, before finally being shuffled off into Singapore for an entire day at around 09:00 that morning. Thus we lost a day in London and instead of getting into London on a nice, quiet Sunday morning we got there at peak hour Monday morning, when we had to take a taxi to the hotel, a taxi that cost us 75 quid because of the traffic.

75% of that debacle is down to you being an unreliable junk heap, and 25% is down to that abominable little troll of a Qantas CEO that we've been lumbered with who has cut maintenance costs and presides over the Frequent Flyer scheme for which you pay much in personal data, and get nothing in value returned.

DO YOU REMEMBER ME NOW, VH-OQD? Because I remember YOU! I will NEVER forget, or forgive YOU, you dysfunctional piece of trash!

Anyway, now that I have that off my chest, on this occasion VH-OQD was not operating Sydney to London but rather QF12 LAX-SYD (Los Angeles to Sydney), to where it would be returning later that morning as QF11 SYD-LAX. If it works. It had actually left LA at 22:36 the previous Wednesday night, but lost a day over the International Date Line which beats doing it on the floor of Singapore Changi Airport, I suppose.

And in any case, at least it's going to Los Angeles, so I suppose that I can't really wish a WORSE fate on the thing. (Unless it can go on to New York...)