Something that irritates me is continuity or rather a lack of it sometimes. i.e show a character boarding say a 747, show a 737 in a sunset type scene than a dc10 landing. Black rain was an example of this.

I agree. Whilst the man on the Clapham omnibus might not be able to tell a Mark I Spit from a Mark IX, he can see when a big four-engined plane has suddenly shrunk to a smaller one with two, then got bigger again and grown another engine on the tail. If they repeated the same laziness and contempt for the viewer’s intelligence in other ways, the film would be laughed out of the cinema; imagine, say, someone getting into a Golf, driving along in a Jag, and getting out of a Ka.

Perhaps he’d had a curry the night before??? :diablo: :diablo: :diablo:

That’s one way of getting the SLF to sleep on a long flight, but I think I’d prefer alcohol.

3rd, “Ago” something or other? 45? 145? Probably find it if I was at home with my books and stuff.

Ago Ao 192 V3 Kurier D-OAFW.

http://histaviation.com/AGO_Ao_192.html

I’ve always thought Richard Townsend Bickers was a pretty pompous & long winded writer. Seemed to try to cram in as many obscure words and make his sentences as long as possible. Nothing clever about that, IMHO.

Put me down for a crate.

Watched “The Virgin Soldiers” on video the other night. Lots of great scenes; the squaddies getting circumcised in the mistaken belief they’d get 10 days sick leave afterwards, the bullsxxting sergeant hiding in the loo when the train was ambushed, the squaddie insisting to the MO he’d only got a cold and being told “well, we’ll give it a minute, and if it doesn’t cough we’ll call it gonorrhea”, another one always minutely examining his “big blue vein”, and of course Juicy Lucy; “WOW! I NEVER HAVE VIRGIN BEFORE!” Leslie Thomas is one heck of a good writer, IMHO.

In my teens I liked to think of myself as being like a Jaguar; modern, fast, cunning, and slippery to catch. Later I was an F-14; big, powerful and long-ranging, and as I worked long and sometimes lonely nightshifts I often used to think of one on patrol over the ocean for hours on end. Later still, the mighty 747, and again I think it was the notion of long night flights that somehow appealed. After a brief flirtation with the MD-11 (had a string of flights on Thai’s HS-TME), I think a Dragon Rapide maybe fits the bill now; not so much “old” as “vintage” with a certain style lacking in newer models, and still (usually) earning its keep. The missus would probably say Graf Zeppelin.