
The Baby Boeing
I think most of us here don’t get terribly excited at the thought of the Boeing 737. It’s quite mundane, unremarkable, pedestrian even. I suspect more than a few of us here have been herded [more…]
I think most of us here don’t get terribly excited at the thought of the Boeing 737. It’s quite mundane, unremarkable, pedestrian even. I suspect more than a few of us here have been herded [more…]
If time could be conflated and the men of yesteryear come face to face with those of today…. I have sometimes wondered what JEP would say if he was here to speak to our present [more…]
We lived together for 16 years yet I hardly know anything about him. He was built like the proverbial brick shit house and all muscle. He never ever laid a finger on me and I [more…]
I was an inquisitive child, I wanted to know how, and why. Mum was one of those who thought ‘just because’ was an answer. Dad was much better but worked several jobs so wasn’t around [more…]
I lived for the first seven years of my life in a hamlet on the western fringe of Salisbury Plain. At about six hundred and sixty feet above sea level it was a fairly bleak [more…]
I was born in 1945, the war had just ended, the world was a very different place then. As a child food was one of my primary concerns, it was difficult to find enough fuel [more…]
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