Oops -sorry guys.

Did the Seahawk fly?

Were there any Chinooks? None turned up for the practice on Friday.

I think that just about completes it.

Apologies to 92fis, for pinching your thread 🙂

It was your title and some other famous poem, I know not which, I can only remember the general stanza, that inspired me.

Couldn’t agree with Andy’s POV more. If you personally pay to get into an event, you often don’t have the option of getting, say, a seat in a covered area (if it rains), or stands.

I often feel like I am being treated as a 2nd class visitor because I’ve paid. I have to bring my own partitioning and seating, and don’t even get a cup of tea or a biscuit.

People are starting to look more and more at what you get in terms of “added value” these days, and if all they get is the option to be 5th or 6th deep from the display line at an overcrowded event, they may soon start reconsidering their patronage.

Another thing is the way serving military aircraft almost all look the same now – grey blobs. For displays it would be nice to get a bit of colour into them – nose art – larger squadron insignia. When a Eurofighter turns up completely grey with tiny little roundels, it makes for a relatively borning photograph.

I’d even suggested that the Red Arrows played around with their colour schemes and tried to be a bit more imaginative.

[see above]

The Day before Legends

The Day before Legends

The day before Legends
Nothing was calm
There were Spitfires and Mustangs all over the Farm
And the occasional Foxmoth quite full of charm

Biplanes and Triplanes
Flew hither and yon
There was even a couple
with no wings left on

There were Trimotors, Bimotors
monomotors too
But none with a jet on
were allowed into view

Merlins and Wrights
covered the field
And even a Major or two
Had to yield

A Seafire came in
Her pilot had fun
They parked up near Susy
A P51

As evening drew near, a tragedy – Oh Dear
Germaine Greer, a Lady to Fear,
started beating her chest
‘cos some luckless pilot, quite full of zest
Sliced the top off her chimney brest

But I’m such a fraud
I’m such a heel
I was at Yeovilton
Now how’d you feel?
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Copyright R.P. Anthony 2006

In this version, I did it all on my lonesome, so I claim full copyright.

Money gratefully accepted for use elsewhere (lots of, of course – I’m skint).
I’ve recorded it in MP3 format, you should be able to hear it using Windows Media Player, or whatever, if you Click Here.