Chris Braund lived over our back fence in Harbord back in the 50s. He bought 2 Mustangs for 50 quid each, and used to fly them to country airshows, doing flour bombing displays. He never hit much.
He had to sell one of them to pay for the X-ray crack tests on the wings of the other, then he had to sell the second one to pay for the d-d-d-divorce.
He was in the front of the Ennie-Weenie Airlines DC-3 with Kevin Crowe when I had my first powered flight as a passenger. (Flown in a glider before with my father, who had flown with both Chris and Kevin). What a hoot, standing between their seats, with a headset on, listening to the local radio station 2NZ (Inverell).