jbritchford, have you got a relative who used to be a Chief Tech in the RAF?

It is pretty intensive. But if you have a lady doc, you can look forward to the ‘cough’ check.

Joking apart, review of family history, ECG, blood and urine sample, and it goes on. Good luck. It is worth it in the end.

Sorry, I’m not that good. Don’t think it is a ‘low back’ varient though.

Spit just forward of Frame 19 ??

You are very welcome. I feel very privelaged to have been of asistance.

Although not directly a technical matter, a worthwhile footnote for your coursework might be the different motivations of both sides. Many times throughout history, the ‘superior’ adversary has failed to defeat the ‘inferior’ deffendant. This obviously has links with total numbers, technical advantage, inovitave tactics etc, but also the will of the underdog, and the quality of leadership. Afterl all, he who leads by example will be followed willingly. He who leads by threat will be obayed until one day the grass looks greener elsewhere.

Please feel free to ignore all of the above if you consider it irrelevant. I shall not be offended.

I remember being told the following story many, many years ago. If it is bulls#!t, then it is still a good story.

Guy turns up at the sales room. Dynamic, young salesman does the ‘Good morning sir. See anything you like?’ to this mature customer who is obviously just going to waste his precious time. Customer says ‘ Yes, the Shrike. Any chance of a flight?’ ‘Certainly sir’ and off they go. Salesman showing off the attributes of this superb aircraft to this older customer, apparently trying to give him a good scare in the process as a payback for just wasting his time. Customer asks for hands on, salesman, smiling says ‘you have control’. Fifteen minutes later in the salesroom, the salesman is still white and staring blankly while shaking uncontrolably. The customer pats the young salesman on the back, and to make him feel better, bought the aircraft. And the rest, as they say, is history.

I only managed to see Mr Hoover’s display on the screen. The first time was as a young teenager. It was one of those few events that leave an everlasting impression on a young kid and help persuade him to take up an irrational and professional interest in aviation. Thank you Mr Hoover. I have no regrets.

Curled up by my feet is our dog, Connie. Although my wife named her after Connie Francis, I get some strange looks when I call the dog ‘L1049’. Can’t see what the problem is myself.