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  1. Try phoning the RSPCA.... worked for me, with a fox....
  2. Talk to Steve at S&J. He has some really great zero thickness sealant....works a treat.
  3. molemot

    Pilots

    Although the incident DID happen, both of the Hunter photos are faked, sadly...here's how... http://www.aerialcombat.co.uk/2016/04/seven-seconds-the-tower-bridge-hawker-hunter-incident.html
  4. molemot

    SpaceX

    Now due to launch at 2045 UTC, supercooled fuelling under way.....
  5. A famous art collector is walking through the city when he notices a mangy cat lapping milk from a saucer in the doorway of a store and he does a double take. He recognizes that the saucer is extremely old and very valuable, so he walks casually into the store and offers to buy the cat for two dollars. The storeowner replies "I'm sorry, but the cat isn't for sale." The collector says, "Please, I need a hungry cat around the house to catch mice. I'll pay you twenty dollars for that cat." And the owner says "Sold," and hands over the cat. The collector continues, "Hey, for the twenty bucks I wonder if you could throw in that old saucer. The cat's used to it and it'll save me from having to get a dish." And the owner says, "Sorry buddy, but that's my lucky saucer. So far this week I've sold sixty-eight cats." Brian, the world's leading expert on European wasps and the sounds that they make, is taking a stroll down his local high street. As he passes by the record shop, a sign catches his eye. "Just Released - New LP - Wasps of the World & the sounds that they make - available now" Unable to resist the temptation, Brian goes into the shop. "I am the world's leading expert on European wasps and the sounds that they make. I'd very much like to listen to the new LP you have advertised in the window." "Certainly, Sir," says the young man behind the counter. "If you'd like to step into the booth and put on the headphones, I'll put the LP on for you." Brian, the world's leading expert on European wasps, goes into the booth and puts on the earphones. Ten minutes later, he comes out of the booth and announces, "I am the world's leading expert on European wasps and the sounds that they make and yet I recognized none of those." "I'm sorry Sir," says the young assistant. "If you'd care to step into the booth, I can let you have another 10 minutes." Brian, the world's leading expert on European wasps and the sounds they make, steps back into the booth and replaces the headphones. Ten minutes later, he comes out of the booth shaking his head. "I don't understand it," he says, "I am the worlds leading expert on European wasps and the sounds that they make, and yet I still can't recognise any of those!" "I really am terribly sorry," says the young assistant, "I've just realised I was playing you the bee side!" Bloke walks up to the counter in the pet shop and quietly asks for a wasp. “Sorry sir, but we don’t sell wasps here,” says the assistant. “But you’ve got three in the window!”
  6. See if you measure up... http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-42717163
  7. A little paper bag was feeling unwell, so he took himself off to the doctor. “Doctor, I don’t feel too good,” said the little paper bag. “Hmm, you look OK to me,” said the Doctor, “But I‘ll do a blood test and see what that shows. Come back and see me in a couple of days.” The little paper bag felt no better when he got back for the results. “What’s wrong with me ?” asked the little paper bag. “I‘m afraid you are HIV positive!” said the doctor. “No, I can’t be – I’m just a little paper bag !” Said the little paper bag. “Have you been having unprotected sex ?”asked the doctor. “NO - I can’t do things like that – I’m just a little paper bag !” “Well have you been sharing needles with other intravenous drug users ?” asked the doctor. “NO - I can’t do things like that – I’m just a little paper bag !” “Perhaps you’ve been abroad recently and required a jab or a blood transfusion ?” queried the doctor. “NO, I don’t have a passport – I’m just a little paper bag !” “Well”, said the doctor, “Are you in a Sexual Relationship ?” “NO ! - I can’t do things like that – I’m just a little paper bag!” “Then there can be only one explanation.” said the doctor... . . . . . . . . . . . “Your mother must have been a carrier!”
  8. molemot

    Pilots

    John Young has just died. An amazing set of accomplishments...including smuggling a corned beef sandwich on to Geminii 3. During the liftoff of Apollo 16, the medical telemetry showed that the heart rate of Charles Duke...who was with Young on the lunar surface during the mission ... went up to 144. Young's heart rate never went above 70!! He said later that "It was too old to go any faster...." Jan. 6, 2018 RELEASE 18-001 NASA Remembers Agency’s Most Experienced Astronaut The following is a statement from acting NASA Administrator Robert Lightfoot on the passing of John Young, who died Friday night following complications from pneumonia at the age of 87. Young is the only agency astronaut to go into space as part of the Gemini, Apollo and space shuttle programs, and the first to fly into space six times: “Today, NASA and the world have lost a pioneer. Astronaut John Young's storied career spanned three generations of spaceflight; we will stand on his shoulders as we look toward the next human frontier. “John was one of that group of early space pioneers whose bravery and commitment sparked our nation's first great achievements in space. But, not content with that, his hands-on contributions continued long after the last of his six spaceflights -- a world record at the time of his retirement from the cockpit. “Between his service in the U.S. Navy, where he retired at the rank of captain, and his later work as a civilian at NASA, John spent his entire life in service to our country. His career included the test pilot’s dream of two ‘first flights’ in a new spacecraft -- with Gus Grissom on Gemini 3, and as Commander of STS-1, the first space shuttle mission, which some have called ‘the boldest test flight in history.’ He flew as Commander on Gemini 10, the first mission to rendezvous with two separate spacecraft the course of a single flight. He orbited the Moon in Apollo 10, and landed there as Commander of the Apollo 16 mission. On STS-9, his final spaceflight, and in an iconic display of test pilot ‘cool,’ he landed the space shuttle with a fire in the back end. “I participated in many Space Shuttle Flight Readiness Reviews with John, and will always remember him as the classic ‘hell of an engineer’ from Georgia Tech, who had an uncanny ability to cut to the heart of a technical issue by posing the perfect question -- followed by his iconic phrase, ‘Just asking...’ “John Young was at the forefront of human space exploration with his poise, talent, and tenacity. He was in every way the 'astronaut’s astronaut.' We will miss him.”
  9. A woman gets on to a bus and sits behind two Indian men having a heated argument. One is saying "It is spelled: w h o o m, whoom." The other replies "No, no, no, it is spelled: w o o m, woom." This goes on for a while until the woman leans forward and taps both of them on their shoulders and says, "Excuse me for interrupting gentlemen; but I think the word you are looking for is: w o m b, womb?" Whereupon one of the Indians draws himself up, looks down at her and says... "Madam, I doubt you have SEEN many wild elephants; let alone heard one break wind...." And a Happy New Year to all....remember not to stand downwind of elephants!!!!
  10. molemot

    Pilots

    Early Lightning days...it's a Partial Pressure Helmet, used in the 60s and slowly forgotten about...by the early 70s they were using standard kit. The JPs are JP mk 4s...same engine as the 5 but no pressurisation, so more power out the back. The one nearest to the camera, XP 547, is apparently still being flown...in Puerto Rico!! No prizes for the Daily Mail captions, though...the JPs , from the "Poachers" based at RAF Cranwell (aka. "Sleaford Tech"!) are approaching the inverted during a normal loop...not an "inverted loop"..(!)...of which I have never heard. You can have an inside loop. where the pilot's head is towards the centre, or an outside loop, where the pilot's head is on the outside of the circle. The photos on the DM link are well worth a look, though....I miss the old Mk.4....
  11. molemot

    Pilots

    It was a test to see how the absence of the canopy might affect things...seems they found that over 300 knots, the bonedome got uncomfortably warm from friction with the airflow....(!) Otherwise, I believe command ejection of the rear seater was only used in times of need and when the last decoy flares had been used.....
  12. molemot

    Pilots

    Nice day for a bit of open cockpit...elbow nonchalantly on the airframe....(!)
  13. molemot

    Pilots

    NIGHT FLIGHT OVER LAOS Lt Col Stanley "Butch" Swenson, USAF (Ret) Printed in the Daedalus Flyer, Spring 1999 It was 4:30 AM over North-Central Laos, February 1973. My Weapons systems Officer, Rich MaCovens and I had just completed our bombing run in our F-111A fighter. Peace talks were in progress, but we were still flying interdiction missions, trying to slow the flow of war materials into South Vietnam. Night missions were the F-111's 'forte', and this was our third mission of the week. We checked off target with the controlling agency and began our climb to cruise altitude and return to Takhli Air Base, Thailand. It had been very dark below the overcast, but now as we pass through seventeen thousand feet, we emerged out of the lower cloud deck to find ourselves between two cloud layers. The surface of the lower deck was rippled with small hills and valleys, like looking at a white quilted mattress pad - from an altitude of two inches! The upper deck began at eighteen thousand, with its' rippling surface mirroring the lower deck. As we turned to head southwest, sitting between layers and only two days past full, was the setting moon. Its pale warm light reflected off each cloud deck, accentuating the beauty of the night. I leveled the aircraft fifty feet above the lower deck at 480 knots, aware that rich had tuned in Radio Australia on our HF radio. The announcer was saying - "and here's another American hit song, 'American Pie'." I looked at Rich, he looked at me, we smiled, and I smoothly advanced the throttles to full afterburner. "A long long time ago, I can still remember-" Our oxygen masks were off and we began quietly singing along, 550 knots and accelerating . . . "How that music used to make me smile-" 600 knots . . . "and I knew if I had a chance-" 650 knots . . . "that I could help those people dance,-" 700 knots . . . "and maybe they'd be happy for a while-" 750 knots . . . "But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver-" 800 knots . . . "Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step-" 850 knots . . . "I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride-" 900 knots . . . "Something touched me deep inside-" 950 knots . . . "The day the music died-" 1000 knots ! ! ! "and they were singing-" I throttled back slightly to hold 1000 knots, and began to gently swing the aircraft left and right in-time with the music, clipping the top of the "hills", and sliding through the "valleys". We were now singing at the top of our lungs... "Bye, Bye Miss American pie-" Swing left, swing right . . . "Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry-" I pulled the nose up, rolled inverted and clipped the bottom of the upper deck with the belly of our aircraft... "them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye-" Zero 'Gs'. Then roll back upright and zoom down to the top of the lower deck. "Singing this will be the day that I die-" Clipping the clouds at 1000 knots... "This'll be the day that I die-" YAHHHHHOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Throughout the song, 5 or 6 minutes, we sang and soared and marveled at the sensation of speed and the beauty of this night, leaving a trail of sonic booms across the hidden countryside. When the last - "THIS WILL BE THE DAY THAT I DIE . . .," was finished, I pulled the power back, slowed to subsonic, and crossed the border back into Thailand - back to the base, back to combat missions, back to the war. It's now been twenty six years since that night. Wars have been lost, then won, friends and comrades have drifted away. But I've often wondered if the poor hill people of Laos, so rudely awakened by the sonic boom and roar of our jet, could have known that we were just two young men, delighting in the joy and beauty seen only by those of us who are lucky enough to fly. If I could project 30 seconds of my life on a super screen for all to see, it would be that night with the moon lying between cloud layers, and the freedom I felt "Dancing the moonlight skies on laughter silvered wings."
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