Yes, it was Matlock. But he still played on most of the recorded stuff as a session musician. Problem was, he liked the Beatles too much, and din’t get on well with the rest of the band particularly – especially Johnny. Many tricks were played on him too, some of which were a bit too gross to post…lol. He’s still playing though, and has played with the band the two times they have reunited for gigs / tours. They still think he’s a tosser though!
Yes, it was Matlock. But he still played on most of the recorded stuff as a session musician. Problem was, he liked the Beatles too much, and din’t get on well with the rest of the band particularly – especially Johnny. Many tricks were played on him too, some of which were a bit too gross to post…lol. He’s still playing though, and has played with the band the two times they have reunited for gigs / tours. They still think he’s a tosser though!
The Sex Pistoils filmed the video of ‘God Save The Queen’ there in 1977 – Sid Vicious had just joined on bass and had to be shown how to hold it for the video – clearly he was not playing on the record…
A lot of the punk bands played there in the 1970’s.
The Sex Pistoils filmed the video of ‘God Save The Queen’ there in 1977 – Sid Vicious had just joined on bass and had to be shown how to hold it for the video – clearly he was not playing on the record…
A lot of the punk bands played there in the 1970’s.
“Is there nobody interested in coming up here !!, “
Why do you think we got builders (cheap foreign labour no less) in to erect Hadrians Wall?
Try asking here:
http://disc.server.com/Indices/3051.html
Thats the Twelve O’ Clock High Luftwaffe forum – some clued up specialists there.
Good luck.
Hurri Can you Geedee?
(edited to avoid confusion of typing at same time that other post went up!)
‘Fury’us? This was written at the time, not with the benefit of ‘Hind’ sight:
It was left to Plt-Off Dundas to provide us with a real pile up. (As in John Dundas, brother of Hugh)
The occasion was the first squadron formation take–off. The aircraft concerned, Hind 6848, happened to be the CO’s aircraft, but that was no deterrent. Human ballast was LAC Hunter. The taking up of position of the twelve aircraft took some considerable time and the old Kestrel V’s were ticking over and wondering if they would be required. The word ‘Go’ came, and bang went the throttles, and the squadron became almost airborne, but the engine in K6848 decided to cut at the crucial moment. Plt-Off Dundas throttled back to nurse the engine, but decided he couldn’t clear the houses in Victoria Avenue so put the aircraft earthwards. It touched down, but was still doing some considerable speed; he applied brakes but owing to the dampness of the aerodrome surface, the wheels skidded and the aircraft carried on unperturbed. It burst through the aerodrome fence, chopped down a windsock, which fell on a boy on a pushbike, and conveniently turned on its nose in the back garden of one of the houses. The aircraft leaned nicely on a well-placed tree and gently rested its rudder on the house roof. A lady occupant of the house had hysterics; she was restored with the aid of brandy. The brandy was passed on to the pilot and passenger who didn’t really require it. It was then handed to some unidentified airman to look after; he did, by drinking the lot. He calmly handed over the empty bottle when the aforementioned lady had further hysterics and quietly vanished. Aircraft complete write–off. Very good photos in the local newspapers. Plt-Off Dundas had a short flip at dual in the Hind trainer, then was sent off solo. He cleared the houses this time with plenty to spare.
Well, not much happened in 1940, 41, or 42 for 609 (West Riding) Squadron – but in 1943…..
March 4th. The raid last night was on London – there was a second raid at 04:30 hrs this morning. Three Jerries were destroyed. ‘B’ Flight were in a very poor state for aircraft, so ‘A’ Flight did most of the patrols. The reps of the daily rags came down and Bea did a terrific beat–up of the deck for their benefit – he put up a wizard show and nearly turned his Typhoon inside out. Geoff, John, Olaf and myself shot a dreadful line to the Yorkshire Post reporter.
March 5th. The publicity racket still goes on – today the squadron had its photograph taken – whilst this was going on a FW dived over the deck at 400+. Five minutes later when one of ‘A’ Flights kites was circling round, all the AA guns around opened up on him. Bee got on the phone and raised merry hell – and rightly so.
Haven’t got any diaries for 1944 or 1945 I’m afraid. Never mind.
Hmm, can’t attach a file as an edit.
Bloody hell! I shouldn’t be so bloody cocky.
“Undercarriage lever a bit sticky was it sir?”
Gee
Deee
WEEEEEEEEE
Crunch!
Take that bloody cat!
Pre-Moggy Breakfast.
Bloody bacon and bloody eggs.
It’s bloody well on bloody Saturday the bloody 8th and i’m bloody well not bloody well changing the bloody day again.
Bloody hell.
After all, the fallout from Bloody Sunday is STILL being felt.
And this, is stainless, not bloody cast rubbish. And Kings Lynn is a dump. My dad went to school there, and he agrees. Full of bloody fen-folk with webbed feet and gills.