Advice pleeeese!!

When you get to Dubai...don't automatically go through the " fast track" security for your connecting flight that your business class allows....just watch for the size of the queues...... This tip was bought to you by someone who has spent many a happy hour being fucked around in that shithole........I mean, top quality modern facility staffed by really, really helpful staff.........


Oh yeah.....and if any segment of your flight is code shared with Quantas......good fucking luck......
 
Have a great time in NZ Sir Melch of Awesome Towers. :bow

Keep in touch as we will be worried sick until you get back. :rob :D :beerjug:
 
When you get to Dubai...don't automatically go through the " fast track" security for your connecting flight that your business class allows....just watch for the size of the queues...... This tip was bought to you by someone who has spent many a happy hour being fucked around in that shithole........I mean, top quality modern facility staffed by really, really helpful staff.........


Oh yeah.....and if any segment of your flight is code shared with Quantas......good fucking luck......

Last time I was at Dubai, it was all fucking robots, no staff to be seen anywhere!
 
Got a picture of us hopping over to Le Touquet.......with the family VW camper......... Loading onto an Argosy...I reckon about 1969......:D
 
Yay trickies going to le hog.

I will bring my tools.

I like flying the Robinson 22 but you can't fit fuck all luggage in the fucker.
 
Have a great time in NZ Sir Melch of Awesome Towers. :bow

Keep in touch as we will be worried sick until you get back. :rob :D :beerjug:

Thanks for the good wishes chaps. Here I am in Dubai, well and truly reminded why i hardly ever fly anywhere. Business class or not, it's a tedious affair. Must dash got to spend about another 19 hours in a poxy cigar tube. TTFN. - (try not to worry yourself sick Tricky old chap)
 
Got a picture of us hopping over to Le Touquet.......with the family VW camper......... Loading onto an Argosy...I reckon about 1969......:D

My Bad....:P Blame my memory...it was 1968.... I was only 6 ! It was a Bristol Superfreighter operated by Silver City Airlines......:cool:
 

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My Bad....:P Blame my memory...it was 1968.... I was only 6 ! It was a Bristol Superfreighter operated by Silver City Airlines......:cool:

Crikey, how posh are you.... In the 60's our holidays were playing in the dust....
 
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Crikey, how posh are you.... In the 60's are holidays were playing in the dust....

Proper posh we was....:D My Mom was a Model (obviously were I inherited my good looks) however my Dad was a man with a dubious past,his declared occupation was "Shop Floor Convenor" for Lucas. He was certainly a grafter....looking back, I'm not sure how we could afford to live the way we did,but I know that when he started "working" with my Mom's dad...another man who used to live in style well beyond his means...he would pack Mom and us kids up....and drive us somewhere on the continent..then head back on the train or plane...and come and fetch us much later.:D It all seemed perfectly normal to us then........happy days...:D
 
Our idea of a good time was a picnic with sweaty spam and egg sandwiches....
 
Me too.....And I'll raise you an Argosy.......

Pardon me for dropping in, but I'm enjoying the banter:D

I'll see your Argosy (noisy bloody things, you could hear then taking off in Northolt from Beaconsfield) and raise you a Trident 2. All the way to Bombay in '68 as a 10yo. 23 hrs stopping everywhere for fuel. Mother's not been the same since…

Fluff.
 


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