If the forum would like a third attempt I’ll acquire a camera tomorrow. I am scheduled to fly out to India on Tuesday morning for a week, and will take it with me to give it a nice start.

If anyone would like to be included on the list, drop me a note at en830(at)hotmail.co.uk., when I return I will forward it onto the next person on the list, they can then take their photograph and forward it onto to the next and so on. Hopefully that way we will be able to track it with out having to ask again on the forum. I’ll even publish the list here in the order the camera should flow.

How does this sound ?????

I still like the idea of a photograph taken on or close to mid year, which appears to be July 2, unfortunately that’s a Monday, so can I suggest Sunday July 1st 2007 as the Historic Aviation Photograph A Day In The Year 2007 .

Oh and guess what this ties in with for starters :-
1st July 2007 – Summer Air Display – Old Warden, Bedfordshire, wherever that is, has one been, can anyone recommend it ??????;).

Pass to Snapper, as he instigated the whole thing and was a good friend of Steve’s.

Why don’t we draw a line under this one, have it processed and maybe start a new one ?

Someone passed this to me the other day, saying it was a good one for my new ipod, I don’t think so, totally incomprehensible lyrics:-

Manfred Mann – Blinded By the Light Lyrics

Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Madman drummers bummers,
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin’ kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said “I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong,
play the song with the funky break”
And go-cart Mozart was checkin’ out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Asked me if I needed a ride
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tired
She’s gonna make it through the night
She’s gonna make it through the night
But mama, that’s where the fun is
But mama, that’s where the fun is
Mama always told me not to look into the eye’s of the sun
But mama, that’s where the fun is
Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
Says, “Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it’s funny bone,
that’s where they expect it least”
And some new-mown chaperone was standin’ in the corner,
watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin’ with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin’ kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
Now Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy’s within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said “I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong”

Oh and I disagree about post Water’s lyrics for Pink Floyd.

I think I might attend–I’ll pay of course.
There…Said it.

WHAT ???? I’ll have to get a new lens for the flying pigs 🙂

I’ve just had a call from the organisers, and have it on good authority that they have a grand finale planned involving a flock of Mustangs, a few gallons of Napalm and a field full of free-loaders.

I luuv the smell of Napalm after Legends Roast pig bap anyone ?