Way I heard it was as part of the $25,999 package, Beaker was to take scuba lessons, so as to save the tax payer money. The notion was that if he could overcome aqua phobia, then the retrieval of CVR gear from reasonable depths could be done in a ‘cost effective’ but safe, ICAO compliant manner. Not to mention front page photo’s of Beaker with a half peeled wet suit, clutching a six year old relic could be plastered all over ‘le’ monde’ and other salubrious publications. Win – win and the girls would love it – Butch Beaker.
Alas, not to be; flatly refusing to take his socks off in the men’s changing rooms proved too much for the French; Beaker was smuggled out, a heart beat away from the tumbril and a lunch date with M. Defrage (who knits socks, by the by).
Aye well, his Mum’s pleased to have home I dare say. No doubt she’ll write a note to Wazza, explaining it all. UFB? - damn straight.
Toot toot.
Alas, not to be; flatly refusing to take his socks off in the men’s changing rooms proved too much for the French; Beaker was smuggled out, a heart beat away from the tumbril and a lunch date with M. Defrage (who knits socks, by the by).
Aye well, his Mum’s pleased to have home I dare say. No doubt she’ll write a note to Wazza, explaining it all. UFB? - damn straight.
Toot toot.