Sorry to hijack the thread, but I am intrigued by the idea of Farnborough employing a bird scarer. I envisage someone dressed as a cross between Papageno and Worzel Gummage, capering like a loon on the airfield boundary. Is this what happens?
PS: personal flying kit: crumpled map (route, headings, wind and frequencies scrawled on map), one pen (lost it again, bugger), scrappy bit of paper if going xc, watch big enough to be seen from space (present from spouse), parachute (second hand, unused, taken from still warm body of previous owner), gloves (stolen from Brenda by AAC mate).
Last edited by FNG; 17th June 2004 at 13:33.