All I really know is that when we were on a family holiday in Gt Yarmouth in the early-mid Sixties, my father took me out to the local airfield for a pleasure flight. Don’t know which airfield (Seething?) or even what a/c type although Dad always called it an “Oster” (Auster). I’d love to know, if anyone can help. :confused: First airliner flight was a Cambrian Viscount, Manchester (or Ringway as it was then better known) to the Isle of Man in 1965.
Great idea. G-AJAH, Auster Autocrat.
I had a Lion bar once.
It tasted of chocolate and crispy stuff. It was OK, but not as nice as venison.
Moggy
I’ve consumed many a Tiger.
I had a Lion bar once.
It tasted of chocolate and crispy stuff. It was OK, but not as nice as venison.
Moggy
I’ve consumed many a Tiger.
Better get a bucket…
I think the issue here is that whilst the vast majority of gun owners may be responsible people, the minority who are not can cause tremendous and disproportionate suffering to both humans and animals. Where a society like America allows such widespread ownership of guns, it must surely increase the likelihood of those weapons falling into the hands of the unbalanced or disaffected, with the tragic results we see all too often. Sadly, and to the bewilderment of much of the rest of the World, the US seems to regard that as a price worth paying. :confused:
I think the issue here is that whilst the vast majority of gun owners may be responsible people, the minority who are not can cause tremendous and disproportionate suffering to both humans and animals. Where a society like America allows such widespread ownership of guns, it must surely increase the likelihood of those weapons falling into the hands of the unbalanced or disaffected, with the tragic results we see all too often. Sadly, and to the bewilderment of much of the rest of the World, the US seems to regard that as a price worth paying. :confused:
Personally I’m not too fond of the idea of hunting animals purely for sport, but I have to agree 100% with Moggy’s posting.
Bit of a one-sided “sport” surely, where one party can never lose and the other is lucky to escape with its life?
Personally I’m not too fond of the idea of hunting animals purely for sport, but I have to agree 100% with Moggy’s posting.
Bit of a one-sided “sport” surely, where one party can never lose and the other is lucky to escape with its life?
Clicked on the link, but you apparently need to sign up to the site to see it. Pity, I was looking forward to a couple of breakfast baps…:)
You and me both, Mike. Only way around it is to email the link to yourself, and watch at home. Easy way to clog up your inbox though.
His place was laid, the messroom clock struck eight,
No-one commented on his fate, save for a headshake here and there,
Only old George who’d seen him die,
Spinning against the autumn sky,
Leaned forward and turned down his plate.
And as he did, the sunlight fled,
As though the sky he loved so mourned her dead.
About the Battle of Britain, of course. Must be 30 odd years since I first read this in an RAF souvenir book, but it still prickles my silly old eyes. Thank God for those lads. I fear we shall never see their like again.
Some damn fine fliers (and fine human beings, for that matter) mentioned here, but I still think that in terms of all round flying ability Hanna Reitsch can’t be beaten. Can’t help wondering if some of us here are paying too much attention to the glamour factor. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Sorry to upset that idea the Scimitar had swept wings with a dog tooth leading edge (looked rather like a much modified Hunter FGA-11 wing.)
I meant the lengthy way it was developed via the Types 508, 529 & 525.
Supermarine Scimitar. Drawn out development (straight wings, butterfly tail, etc) and all for a production run of only 76, roughly half of which were lost in accidents. Designed as a fighter but used mainly for ground attack, where it seemed to be a big powerful aircraft with very little punch. Nice looking plane though.