"This is your Captain Tim Mature speaking"

"I am in the process of drawing a giant cock-n-balls over Dublin for the amusement of my mates tracking me on flightradar24, I am just finishing the second testicle and... sorry? What are you saying Rob?... Apologies everyone... my First Officer Rob Noxious has just informed me that we do not have enough jet fuel to bring this hilarious little project to completion. The conditions on the ground at Dublin airport are currently - in airline speak - blowy as fuck and we need to divert to Stansted instead."

It's been an interesting day. I was up at 6.00am to find out that Luca's flight from Toulouse was thankfully cancelled late last night. It's a good thing that we booked him a seat on the Sunday flight as soon as we found out that today would be a write-off for all the morning flights and most of the afternoon ones. 
I was monitoring the first few flights into Dublin and I wouldn't have liked being on one of those flights. Not without adult nappies anyway. 
The one in this blip was a Manchester - Dublin Ryanair flight that tried to land a first time, had to go around, tried a second time and as the pilot was not 100% satisfied with how stabilised the aircraft was had to abort landing a second time. Now, the rule is that if you have to go around twice at an airport, you do not get to try a third time unless weather conditions are radically different. They were not. And since all the other Irish airports were blowy as fuck as well, as were Manchester by then, East Midland and Birmingham, this one diverted to... Stansted (I checked later that it had made it to its destination safe and sound). 
Those passengers must have been absolutely thrilled to fly over their point of origin on their way to London after having had two near death experiences at Dublin Airport. Quite a long day for them I guess.