Er... no. I mean it looks like her hair is the night, and she's sparkling with the light described by many a poet and love-sick sap therein. It's like Princess Celestia has a sort of... pastel rainbow twirling about on top of her head and off her hindquarters.

I suppose flying back home will be more like being one of the Tommys out for the Huns than the plane itself, but I'll take what I can!

You ought to meet my chum Barmy, by the by. One of the happiest bloke I know. Hasn't got but cotton between the ears, but he's a corking fellow and well cheery almost all the time. I think it's probably them putting on a brave face, though, what? They're decent sorts and they wouldn't want to go worrying visitors.