Oh for the days when one could hop on a passing truck and bellow cheers, jeers, and tunes while posing for still photographers! Nowadays, God forbid you stand on an SUV or city/truck, both the primadonnas of transportation.
I think, at Bletchley Park, they were all just happy to be let out of the nissan huts for a day? But being so used to cramped living conditions, could not help themselves but to coagulate around some common landmark?
Reminds me of the milk floats when I were a lad... they crept along, electrically, with ten or fifteen delivery boys hanging off the sides.
Clickec on the Hooray! site and this came up.. "..commemorative flypast from the RAF Battle of Britain Memorial Flight which will include a Hurricane, Lancaster and a Spitfire. The approximate time of the flypast will be 14:50 hours (subject to change). The flypast is also weather dependent." What would the original "Battle of Britain" pilots be thinking, if they got a read of that? Must be that the planes are now so spiffed up that the owners are afriad to fly them as the builders had intended.
There'll be no dissing of the BoB Memorial Flight here, pal.
Last time I saw them - must be 12/13 yrs ago on Battle of Britain day at RAF Leuchars - was treated to a swooping low-level dog fight between hurricanes, spitfires, and Me109's. They dove in a chase to within 100ft of the runway before swirling up over the crowds.
The sound of those engines has not been matched by anything since - not even the flypast by the Vulcan bomber with its bomb doors open, nor Concorde taking-off at Heathrow.
The planes are old, is the main problem. Plus, What point a fly past through clouds?
It may well be a Naval term: I'd never heard anyone use it until I came to America.
The Royal Navy say "Hurrah!", it's true, which is closer. And I never heard the RAF cheer anything, and I never worked on any Pongo projects so goodness knows what the army says?
I remember thinking of seventeenth-century Puritans when I first heard a "Huzzah!"
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Oh for the days when one could hop on a passing truck and bellow cheers, jeers, and tunes while posing for still photographers! Nowadays, God forbid you stand on an SUV or city/truck, both the primadonnas of transportation.
I think, at Bletchley Park, they were all just happy to be let out of the nissan huts for a day? But being so used to cramped living conditions, could not help themselves but to coagulate around some common landmark?
Reminds me of the milk floats when I were a lad... they crept along, electrically, with ten or fifteen delivery boys hanging off the sides.
Clickec on the Hooray! site and this came up..
"..commemorative flypast from the RAF Battle of Britain Memorial Flight which will include a Hurricane, Lancaster and a Spitfire. The approximate time of the flypast will be 14:50 hours (subject to change). The flypast is also weather dependent."
What would the original "Battle of Britain" pilots be thinking, if they got a read of that? Must be that the planes are now so spiffed up that the owners are afriad to fly them as the builders had intended.
There'll be no dissing of the BoB Memorial Flight here, pal.
Last time I saw them - must be 12/13 yrs ago on Battle of Britain day at RAF Leuchars - was treated to a swooping low-level dog fight between hurricanes, spitfires, and Me109's. They dove in a chase to within 100ft of the runway before swirling up over the crowds.
The sound of those engines has not been matched by anything since - not even the flypast by the Vulcan bomber with its bomb doors open, nor Concorde taking-off at Heathrow.
The planes are old, is the main problem. Plus, What point a fly past through clouds?
Was not "Huzzah" purely a naval form of cheering? At least it seems so according to the Patrick O'Brian novel I read.
It may well be a Naval term: I'd never heard anyone use it until I came to America.
The Royal Navy say "Hurrah!", it's true, which is closer. And I never heard the RAF cheer anything, and I never worked on any Pongo projects so goodness knows what the army says?
I remember thinking of seventeenth-century Puritans when I first heard a "Huzzah!"
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