shall555

You may want to read the "Rotorheads" forum on the PPRUNE site here. Many of the folks who post there are pro helicopter pilots from around the world. If you read the posts going back a few years you can begin to get a feel for what those guys have to deal with and what the prospects are. Cheers, shall

Okay, there's this, which is a great read, but I'm not sure that's it...

Thanks...I was hoping for something less-french................ Ah, I see. Well, then this oughta do ya.

Okay, you asked. Natasha St. Pier I'm listening to this one these days. Ok, so she's French-Canadian, but wow, what a voice ! Happy francaise.

No, no, no. Jean Seberg.

I really like "Old Tire Wash." It's brewed in North Dakota -- sure, they have a short growing season, but hey. They sell the actual grapes to some company that makes jelly. They use the stems and roots left over to make the wine. Mmm. Just savoring the aroma one thinks of motor oil and week-old clams, dockside. It's unmatched, I tell ya...

Boiled bacon.

Take a big sword. No one can get close to it if you have a big sword. Defend it with cold steel, I say ! shall

Ralph. Or perhaps, Norman.

I usually stay in the little, neighboring town called Horley, at a B&B. There's a *great* pub in Horley called The Old Six Bells that dates back to about 900 AD. I usually make it my "home base" when doing the tourist thing in London - -only a 20-30 minute train ride to London.

The frammis. Definitely the frammis. Or possibly the bilge-pump.

5-cell Parafoil. It always *opened*, it just had the glide ratio of a buttered safe. Oh, and it was a real sniveller, too. I think it was actually made of surplus curtains...

I like to use a felt-tip pen. Write the address in the middle and put the stamp in the upper right corner.

No, no, no. This is a Borneo Death Spider. Just breathing the air around it has been known to cause death within 90 years for over *90%* of the people who've been near them ! Run! Run away !

Memorize Darren McGavin's "swear" dialogue from A Christmas Story. "You rabbid saggdeba! You ohbed sowf!" From the narrator: "in the heat of battle, my father wove a tapestry of obscenity which to this day is still hovering somewhere over Lake Michigan"