The plastic must have run when they incinerated her, that’s all I can say…

Well the good news is that she would love this sort of schtick!

And this could be the face on the new Scottish Currency
:eagerness:

http://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/460698/House-of-Stuart-s-Duchess-of-Alba-could-be-next-Queen-of-Scotland-after-independence-vote

I’m all for calling it the Scottish Groat, Sgroat has such a ring to it…….

She looks like Joan Rivers… Now…

Rather more than “a few more pennies” I would suggest.

The cost of living would go up in an independant Scotland. Scotland has an obesity problem. Problem one solves problem two, no?

I’m surprised at the crude nature of this model. I’ve not watched a film for a long time, but I thought the aircraft all looked fairly plausible in it. If nothing else, they would do it all with CGI now, which is a lot less interesting.

Photographs of the interiors of one, if not both, of the DC4s ended up on the ’28 Days Later’ urban exploration forum. This suggests significant neglect, as they were daylight photographs. If you can walk up to them, somehow sling yourself into the fuselage with a DSLR, and escape undetected then it suggests they are low priority aircraft for the staff of North Weald.

As I mentioned on Facebook when I was this posted, I consider it a waste of a C-47. Yes they are still in rude abundance, but it doesn’t seem right. Apropos Daily Mail writing standards, I think the problem here is that there isn’t a news story to be made. It can be summarised as ‘C-47 sunk off the coast of Turkey to attract diving tourism’.

Day 2 of the resurrected Prestwick airshow saw both Lancasters land for 2.5 hours at the static event yesterday morning, en-route to Portrush. The moment of arrival was all the sweeter following the weather cancellation at Ayr seafront due to the weather conditions at Conningsby the day before. The sights and sounds experienced yesterday morning will stay with me for a long, long time. Huge thanks to everybody that made this possible.

Guy

I’m glad you were able to make it to the event on the 7th, and I hope many others did as well. My partner and I, as well as many others, travelled over from Edinburgh on the 6th. I was not entirely surprised at the absence of the CWHM and BBMF, but I was slightly amused that it was poor weather south of the border that hampered efforts, whilst we enjoyed dazzling sunshine for most of the day. Attendance was good on the 6th, with the panicked Scotrail staff telling me that 8k visitors had been counted using their services. Apparently Ayr green has not seen so many visitors for years, according to locals. I personally wished there had been a few more vintage aircraft and fewer wee prop planes with smoke coming out the back, but perhaps that is just me.

Now, to evoke the ‘angry wee jock’ trope, I was slightly disappointed by the CWHM itinerary. As I mentioned before, I travelled in from Edinburgh. I used the railway, and the tickets set us back £23 per person for a return. Travel was the best part of two hours in each direction covering approximately 100 miles each way. Ayr is not an easy place to travel to, and we had the advantage of only having to traverse the central belt. If I had travelled down from Dundee or further north I would have been fairly disappointed firstly by the non-appearance of the Lancasters but perhaps more importantly by the slightly glib attitude of the people on the CWHM trailer. Whilst the advertising material for the Scottish Airshow had been notably coy about the appearance, or otherwise, of the Lancasters, there was a general air of confusion on the day. Whilst the commentator mentioned early in the day that the Lancasters would not be in attendance, this was never reiterated during the course of the day and I spoke to several spectators who had no idea this was the case, having arrived after the announcement was made. Cynically I imagine that the queues would have been slightly shorter at the CWHM trailer had this been common knowledge. Moreover, the chap I spoke to on the trailer was as humourless and dry as they come, which came across more as conceited arrogance than anything else.

And in the end, the Lancs waddled over the Scottish border for a grand total of a couple of hours on Sunday. I didn’t fancy shelling out another £26 to be left at the mercy of Scotrail’s Sunday service to get the opportunity to pay another £10 to peer at the Lancs through a fence. I don’t wish to sound bitter, and I know you cannot wrestle with the weather or risk losing either of these precious aircraft, but surely a little bit more contingency planning would go a long way. Whilst this information could be compiled into a ‘lessons learned’ procedure, I doubt the Canadian Lanc will be over again, so it remains that the vast majority of the Scottish population never got a chance to see this event. It appears that the two Lancs have, barring engine problems, rolled out to everything shy of small village fetes in the home counties, but have attempted to cram most of their ‘up North’ itinerary into a single weekend, reduced to a single day by the appearance of bad weather.