Dear P2.
You’d have laughed your socks off last evening; you finally did it –. Ambled into the workshop, the ‘armoire’ was being carefully dissected; silence reigned, - bar one dog snoring quietly, asleep on an old rug it has claimed, t’uther closer to the stove, bone between front paws. The assembly bench lit, the rest in shadow and firelight. “Hiya” came from a voice from somewhere behind the forearms and hands I could see – “Wotcha” says I – “Ale?”. Silly question, I know. So, there we were in the ancient armchairs, feet up, glass close at hand, a short discussion on mutilated dovetail joints and remedy for same and – blessed quiet.
“Seen this” says I after a spell – showed him a print out of the latest “Hood” media appearance. The dogs gave it away first – one woke, the other stopped chewing; all eyes focussed on the hand which stopped moving halfway between table and target – before the glass being very gently set back down. I’ve never seen anything that ever stopped that action – “Darts practice” says he – picking up the photo and placing it – carefully – into the fire.
W – T – F came out, each word punctuated by a dart – Then the nursery rhymes – Little Boy Blue, Ring-a-Ring of Rosie’s, Little Miss Muffett, Little Bo Peep, Goosey goosey gander. One crafted for each idiot, all completely unprintable; one even in Persian – for the richness of language, you understand. The “K” version of ‘Mary had a little lamb’ had me in tears of laughter. Ridicule is the only anodyne – “Can’t take this seriously” says he “ FDS make's us as ridiculous as they are – Duck ‘em, hard and often”
So there you have it P2 – you have achieved a new definition of ‘Pink Bat’s’ – past value , current prospects and future worth. Laughed and talked, made up new lines, used up some imagination – ended up sore from laughing. Bottom line - what else can you do? The antics, pretensions and unbridled ego’s of our top draw ‘managers’ of the aviation ‘system’ merit little else but our derision, disgust and mockery. Which of course reflects on the idiot running the asylum. Daren 6D’s crew – WTF is he using for brains – porridge?
L&K P7.
PS. Try not to put ‘that’ picture up again – honest; I wouldn’t….(just saying).
You’d have laughed your socks off last evening; you finally did it –. Ambled into the workshop, the ‘armoire’ was being carefully dissected; silence reigned, - bar one dog snoring quietly, asleep on an old rug it has claimed, t’uther closer to the stove, bone between front paws. The assembly bench lit, the rest in shadow and firelight. “Hiya” came from a voice from somewhere behind the forearms and hands I could see – “Wotcha” says I – “Ale?”. Silly question, I know. So, there we were in the ancient armchairs, feet up, glass close at hand, a short discussion on mutilated dovetail joints and remedy for same and – blessed quiet.
“Seen this” says I after a spell – showed him a print out of the latest “Hood” media appearance. The dogs gave it away first – one woke, the other stopped chewing; all eyes focussed on the hand which stopped moving halfway between table and target – before the glass being very gently set back down. I’ve never seen anything that ever stopped that action – “Darts practice” says he – picking up the photo and placing it – carefully – into the fire.
W – T – F came out, each word punctuated by a dart – Then the nursery rhymes – Little Boy Blue, Ring-a-Ring of Rosie’s, Little Miss Muffett, Little Bo Peep, Goosey goosey gander. One crafted for each idiot, all completely unprintable; one even in Persian – for the richness of language, you understand. The “K” version of ‘Mary had a little lamb’ had me in tears of laughter. Ridicule is the only anodyne – “Can’t take this seriously” says he “ FDS make's us as ridiculous as they are – Duck ‘em, hard and often”
So there you have it P2 – you have achieved a new definition of ‘Pink Bat’s’ – past value , current prospects and future worth. Laughed and talked, made up new lines, used up some imagination – ended up sore from laughing. Bottom line - what else can you do? The antics, pretensions and unbridled ego’s of our top draw ‘managers’ of the aviation ‘system’ merit little else but our derision, disgust and mockery. Which of course reflects on the idiot running the asylum. Daren 6D’s crew – WTF is he using for brains – porridge?
L&K P7.
PS. Try not to put ‘that’ picture up again – honest; I wouldn’t….(just saying).