Mayday Mayday Mayday, Engine Failure!
Picture yourself sat in the left seat of a plane, you’re in control. You’re on the brink of your first solo flight — you just need to nail this landing. Halfway around, press the radio button. “Golf Whiskey Kilo, downwind for touch and go.”
Tower responds: “Golf Whiskey Kilo, report final, you’re number two, number one is-”
Stepping over the tower’s response was the modulated mess of the start of a mayday call. It initially sounded like a Dalek shouting “Exterminate!” — this happens when you get someone stepping over you on the radio. Tower responded to the mayday call as appropriate — and then — silence.