24th Oct 2005, 13:41
1st Oct 2005, 00:01
After living in the Junction for years and years, it happened to be the first time that we ever took the "midnight 01" train. Not the 12:01 train but the "midnight 01" service as announced by the tannoy.
Still thrilled about this (Y'know, it's the small things that really tittilate- especially when you're sloshed) we announced it to everyone on the train, in particular the guy behind us.. who responded by looking at his watch and correcting us in a thick polish accent, "midnight 03".
He earned his kudos. Longtime londoner. Clearly.
30th Sep 2005, 23:52
1. Street Light Hangman/ fill in the gaps!
2. Kwik tan next to the orange shop...
3. Shoe zone - buy one, get one free. It's still funny when you're drunk!
30th Sep 2005, 23:51
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In response to the latest Jamie Oliver Sainsbury's TV ad. "Try something new." Ugh.
22nd Sep 2005, 00:39
My Grandad first learned to fly in a TigerMoth before joining Bomber Command in 1943. He would have been about 17 or 18 years old when he was training, and he remembers how he just couldn't "get the bloody thing to land". He trained for weeks with one instructor but somehow the chemistry between them was off and teacher student relationship was fairly sour. With 'the test' on the horizon, failure looked imminent. Until, only a matter of days before, said instructor was off sick and another took the flying lesson.
"I just can't land the bloody thing"
"No problem ol' chap ('cos that's how they talked in those days), we'll do a once around and just watch what I do."
My Grandad told me how something 'just clicked' this time and he realised that he needed to point the nose up as he was coming in to land. When it came to the test, the old instructor gloriously expected to fail him, but instead stood gawping as the plane was brought down gently and into a soft landing. He was told to do it again, and if he could land it a second time... well, the rest is history.
He looked pretty nervous I must admit. Well not 'nervous' actually, mesmerised is a better word. Perhaps in a reverie of time past? It was moving for me to be there aswell. Grandad had told me how one particular instructor had given him a chance from which thereafter he got the knack for flying aeroplanes. And then 10 or 20 years later, after retiring from being a flight instructor himself, he bumped into an ex-student of his (who was also now an instructor) who came up to him and furiously shook his hand, thanking him for teaching him a manouvre that he was struggling to master, lest he'd have to give up his dreams of being a pilot.
"I said to him that I was particularly pleased to have helped in that way becuase, that's what someone had done for me 25 years earlier"
And there's me, waiting with him, to watch him do something he'd done nearly 3 of my lifetimes earlier.
Another WW2 training aircraft. It's incredibly aerobatic. I watched it do a loop-di-loop!