That’s not clever

I am a fan of the word…..(I hope you are a grown up) fuck. It is a remarkable word in that it is hardly ever used literally. The dictionary defines it, to have sexual intercourse (slang). Despite this one hardly ever hears it used in this context. In fact context is key as the most common use is as an emotional enhancement to any statement, both positive and negative.
Sadly we have no other english word that is quite this versatile which is a pity since expressing emotion is very important. The inability to express one’s self is the root of frustration yet use this word to express frustration and one is often judged harshly. So on the one hand everyone knows this word and understands it’s common use and on the other it triggers all kinds of negative responses that have nothing to do with the way it was used, which adds to frustration. At what point was the law changed to make free self expression an act of violence?
Further while I have been informed that the use of this word indicates a poor education and a lack of an adequate vocabulary . Nobody has ever offered a practical alternative, perhaps this is all part of the GE control advance or perhaps the offended have a limited vocabulary themselves.
So I offer this, if you read this and find yourself angered perhaps you could offer an alternative word or perhaps you could appreciate the need for emotional expression in others without narrow minded judgment. Or perhaps you should just grow the fuck up.

Dave

extra wings

Today a friend dropped round with a gift, he was turning over his flight pedals and joystick. It was a sad moment.

But then I plugged them into my pc and flew round a Condor 100k task in 39 minutes.

I had not thought of flying indoors for a while now, it’s quite good, now where is the lead for my big telly!

DTGB

Off on a trip

After sitting through the winter, and after various delays, I finally got to book my holiday, Nearly a month in ChainMai I will stay with friends while there and chill down.

Chiang Mai is in the North of Thailand, nowhere near a beach, which is a pity but a pleasant place nevertheless. Not as hot as Bangkok and an easier pace of life.

I have been visiting for a few years now and have friends over there so it will be a nice trip all round.

more to follow.

501

Standards are slipping!

No surprise it is the entropy of our civilisation and nothing is sacred.

I boought a pair of Levi 501 jeans, expecting to get a pair of 501s, as one would.

Guess what, they have changed them, the waist band is 1 1/2″ lower, and that’s a lot, the rear pockets are almost behind the knees and held up to a window, light shows through.

Does that sound like a pair of classic levis, no not to me either.

I searched around on the web and discovered that they decided to change them to the 1947 standard. This is curious since most of the movies I have seen from that time, do not have their characters staggering around with their troousers round their knees.

I have nothing against the youth of today, if they want to express themselves with impractical waist positioning (have you recently watched an arse dragging teen run?), good for them. There are I’m sure, an adequate supply of clothing producers to cater for them.

When one buys a pair of classic jeans like Levi 501 that is what one should have a right to expect.

Ooo it makes me mad!!!

I suppose that is what you get when some self important idiot with an MBA get’s into a boardroom.

MBAs seem to start as insecure under-achievers, usually from the plains of middle management, which is why they take the course. They believe in continuous growth and “just in time” de-centralised manufacture, they smile like religious zealots and usually speak with un-justified confidence. They also leave chaos in their wakes, along with the dusty flip-charts and dried up NOBO markers and a small forest of manuals that explain how people should talk to each-other.

Obviously this is my opinion but then that is the point.

What a waste.

cold

I live on an airfield and at the moment it’s under falling snow.  The thing about airfields is that they are usually in fairly exposed places, like on the top of a hill as in this case.

keeping warm is a major deal and at the moment I am wondering if I can walk with enough clothing on. I think I’d look like the Michelin Man.

The tragedy is that I want to go out.

I like to get out to my caravan, to keep it lived in. So based on the fact that I wanted to go to the pub to eat later, I drove there.  It’s cold at the moment so when I left the car, it was like a  man under heavy fire. Not because it was going to be warmer just  to be out of the wind.

It was cold inside I thought about leaving it a day, go tomorrow sort of thing. To be fair the blizzard was quite brisk. later it eased and it was thus that I talked myself out of the warm solution of inaction.

As I walked to the car the snow flakes looked soft like feathers, each flake big, the old footsteps, covered. As I walked to the car each footstep was new, among no other, the cold dragged me to the car. I got into the car, leaving the snow for the wipers, they did OK. Enough volts were still healthy and it started. Not having a full sensory array, I backed out carefully and set off .

I watched a bit of telly and lovingly cradled a fan heater, fortunatley for me a comedy swash buckler was on. As the pangs of hunger and pangs of cold reached equal levels I checked my watch. It was in fact beer o’clock.

All Off and go, expecting the same mad gunner I prepared, keys in hand I opened the door and trapped my glove in the letterbox closing it. With a chuckle, I considered glove on or glove off strategies for recovering the glove and then pulled. With no further distractions I looked at the  moon, an hour ago 2B sharp and now barely visible, there goes my log fire and pub meal. Never mind, what’s in the fridge. Not a lot of micro-meals, proper stuff, amounting to, smoked salmon, eggs a spring onion, some green beans and bread, with a nice glass of wine to toast the toast. erhm, result.

first post

I am setting a web site up for a friend and he needed a blog, WordPress was recommended so I thought that I would have one too, not that I have the slightest idea what to do with it.

Anyway have a look at www.capechallenge.com it’s all about an attempt on the London to Capetown and back flight record. Quite an interesting story. The old record had stood for 70 years! Probably because it was very dificult, Alex Henshaw set the bar high and it nearly killed him.

that’s it for now.

Oh yes and it’s snowing and I don’t mean the effect on the blog site!

DTGB