17-06-2018, 09:36 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I'm fed up, went to RAF Cosford Airshow last week, which was patronised by party in the parkers, who, in reality, had no interest in aircraft, they just set up picnics In all the access roads, compromising health and safety for all.Today, I went to Weston Park "International Model Airshow", an event historically attended by Model Flying devotees, as usual, I selected a pitch, well off the centre of the flightline to assure, unencumbered access and viewing, next thing, four quarter sized chairs were placed by the safety barrier on which four sub five year old kids were sat, by, two well spoken ladies, and hour of family interaction took place, before I saw fit to move. Once established elsewhere, I was surprised to see, two young guys with babes in arms, no mother in sight, bonding on the grass, times have changed, or I have.
17-06-2018, 10:05 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Times have indeed changed Spitty, when my two were toddlers I did carry them around a bit, mostly on my shoulders, but herself was never far away, as soon as the back of me neck felt even slightly moist they were promptly handed back to the mother to ‘do her thing’ with them, my thing was to do a Julius Caesar and wash me hands of the affair, it ain’t my function, as the man said, well not back then it wasn’t.
Do you remember that film “The Flight of the Phoenix” they were all stranded in the desert, Hardy Kruger told them he could redesign the crashed craft and it would take them all home, then the look on Richard Attenborough and James Stewart faces when he told them he was a model airplane designer? Priceless!
18-06-2018, 12:21 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by spitfire
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Not big on films, was dances with wolves about "Balsa Classes".
18-06-2018, 11:39 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
[QUOTE=Jem;1442948]Times have indeed changed Spitty, when my two were toddlers I did carry them around a bit, mostly on my shoulders, but herself was never far away, as soon as the back of me neck felt even slightly moist they were promptly handed back to the mother to ‘do her thing’ with them, my thing was to do a Julius Caesar and wash me hands of the affair, it ain’t my function, as the man said, well not back then it wasn’t.
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