Christmas quiz

[md 600 driver]

heres a christmas quiz for you hidden below [anag] are the names of fellow ppruners see how many you can get ?
project yell
hot peril
eh libeler
nicely chic lot
joked canvas
like potty
win nastier apologiser [sorry mods about this one i had to put it in ]
less ass
is pop clank
angel if wryly
not spoiler
to slapped
our canvas back
oh no jet act
hell on comedy
cheerily dope tree
hi wriggly
narrowley date
so usage
fear births
query host



i hope not too many spelling errors[not in list
best wishes and a happy holiday season
steve

[Senior Pilot]

Well, I guess that SASless getting less in his advancing years is an obvious one ;)

But I'm stumped to work out the last entry:

i hope not too many spelling errors

:p

Christmas Greetings, Rotorheads around the world :ok:

[Whirlygig]

Ah that gets the little grey cells working! Here's a few, can I add to them later please!

1. Project Yell - Jellycopter
2. Hot Peril - Heliport
3. Eh Libeler - HillerBee - although it could be HeliRebel????
4. Nicely Chic Lot - Cyclic Hotline
5. Joked Canvas - Dave Jackson
8. Less Ass - SASLess
9. Is Pop Clank - Nick Lappos
10. Angel If Wryly - Flying Lawyer
11. Not Spoiler - Sen(i)or Pilot? Not sure about this one?
12. To Slapped - Pedalstop
14. Oh No Jet Act - John Eacott
16. Cheerily Dope Tree - Helicopter Redeye - I like that one!!!
17. Hi Wriggly - ooh this was a tough one!!!!
19. So usage - Gaseous
21. Query Host - ShyTorque

Cheers

Whirls

[delta3]

Merry Christmas to you all,


d3

[Cyclic Hotline]

In response to Senior Pilot, regarding the last one,
i hope not too many spelling errors

It is - 'Impotently gonorrheal poisoners'

I can't recall ever seeing this poster before, so assume with a name like that, it something fixed-wing! :eek:

[Whirlygig]

You might be right CH, I think I had a date with him once :eek:

Cheers

Whirls

[heliski22]

Top drawer, Whirls, well done!!

[EN48]

Not quite the same direction, but in the spirit of the holiday. I thought about trying to adapt this to helicopters, but decided it would take me until at least next Christmas to accomplish this. Perhaps some of the clever folks here will rise to the challenge.

The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,
Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.
The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns with care,
In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.

The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,
With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.
I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,
And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.

When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,
I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.
A voice clearly heard over static and snow,
Called for clearance to land at the airport below.

He barked his transmission so lively and quick,
I'd have sworn that the call sign he used was "St. Nick".
I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,
The better to welcome this magical flight.

He called his position, no room for denial,
"St. Nicholas One, turnin' left onto final."
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!

With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came,
As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:
"Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!
On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?

While controllers were sittin', and scratchin' their head,
They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread,
The message they left was both urgent and dour:
"When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower."

He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,
Then I heard "Left at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking."
He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh
And stopped on the ramp with a "Ho, ho-ho-ho..."

He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,
I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks.
His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost
And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust.

His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,
And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn't inhale.
His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly,
His boots were as black as a cropduster's belly.

He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,
And he asked me to "fill it, with hundred low-lead."
He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump,
I knew he was anxious for drainin' the sump.

I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.
He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief,
Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief.

And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,
These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog.
He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear,
Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, "Clear!"

And laying a finger on his push-to-talk,
He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.
"Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,
Turn right three-two-zero at pilot's discretion"

He sped down the runway, the best of the best, "
Your traffic's a Grumman, inbound from the west."
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed thru the night,
"Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight."

Best for 2008! RB

[VeeAny]

Rick I must be getting old, that made me chuckle.
I'll join in Whirly,
6. TykePilot
13. [email protected]
15. Cholmondeley
GS

[helicopter-redeye]

16. Cheerily Dope Tree - Helicopter Redeye - I like that one!!!


OI!! I just spotted that (I've been away). Don't want rumours like that go'in round!

Merry Xmas to all.

h-r (CDT);)

[Whirlygig]

You think that's bad eh REDI? How about the anagrams of:-

Copulating Ohms (he'll love me for that!); and

Love Rat Child (he'll hate me for that!)

Cheers

Whirls

[Tractor_Driver]

If one were to add together the names of two frequent sparring partners on this forum, one might end up with:

"pilocks in crap thermal poo"

TD