Merry Christmas
We all live in Hope.......
Same to you, and to all the Guys and Gals who will cart us around the skies,
And to the ground guys and gals who will lift our bags containing Christmas Pressies - with TLC - like eggs..!!
Cheers
Same to you, and to all the Guys and Gals who will cart us around the skies,
And to the ground guys and gals who will lift our bags containing Christmas Pressies - with TLC - like eggs..!!
Cheers
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And to the ATC'ers as well.
Except for those airline managers and bean counters. They can go and get stuffed. They know who they are.
Back to the happy thoughts and happy fluids.
proppie
Except for those airline managers and bean counters. They can go and get stuffed. They know who they are.
Back to the happy thoughts and happy fluids.
proppie
Certainly to the Guys and Gals who actually do the work.....
For those 'others' you mention - I would imagine they would be giving themselves the whole 10 days or so....
ORF!!!
For those 'others' you mention - I would imagine they would be giving themselves the whole 10 days or so....
ORF!!!
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Yeah, but it's such a happy and efficient 10 days when they're not around that it's like a little Chrissie present in itself 
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Happy Christmas! Watch out for reindeer FOD
.Happy Christmas! Watch out for reindeer FOD
Silly Old Git
Yeah..bah humbug ..me bloody fridge packed it in last night but I was able to fix it. It was the bloody Thronomister!
Anyone coming by my balcony come in out of the rain and wet yerself
Cheers to all
Anyone coming by my balcony come in out of the rain and wet yerself
Cheers to all
Merry Christmas to all Prooners known to the Wagon Family.
Looks like we're in for a very wet one in SWQld.
Not that we need it.
Currently in exile at Southport, where it also raining.
Looks like we're in for a very wet one in SWQld.
Not that we need it.
Currently in exile at Southport, where it also raining.
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IF YOU SEE A FAT MAN
Who's jolly and cute,
Wearing a beard and a redflannel suit,And if he is chucklingandlaughing away,While flying around in aminiature sleigh,With eight tiny reindeer to pullhim along,Then let's face it...You're Pissed!Merry Christmas
Who's jolly and cute,
Wearing a beard and a redflannel suit,And if he is chucklingandlaughing away,While flying around in aminiature sleigh,With eight tiny reindeer to pullhim along,Then let's face it...You're Pissed!Merry Christmas
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Merry Christmas All
'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 scribled 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 Beechcraft, inbound from the west."
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed through the night,
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 scribled 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 Beechcraft, inbound from the west."
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed through the night,
"Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight."
L U V L Y J A B A........
And to you too......
Oh..OK and to the DR......
And to ALL PPRuNers......and especially to the MODS who give up a lot of their valuable time for......wot seems sometimes to be a lot of ....
And to you too......
Oh..OK and to the DR......
And to ALL PPRuNers......and especially to the MODS who give up a lot of their valuable time for......wot seems sometimes to be a lot of ....
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Merry Xmas to all youse what loves me and them that don't!
The Dr is battened down for the predicted 4-500 mm of rain over the weekend. Have no fear for us sitting here on the bank of Ross River - if water gets to our street level, much of Townsville will disappear.
I have spent much of the last 35+ yrs in Nth Qld and never seen anything like this wet season - and that includes 1974!
I blame global cooling!
Special mention for Griffo, Wild Worral Woman , Cracker , Jaba , Chuckles , and Pilotette !
Speaking of Pilotette - have you started your big adventure?
Dr
PS: All I want for Xmas is an IO520BB!
The Dr is battened down for the predicted 4-500 mm of rain over the weekend. Have no fear for us sitting here on the bank of Ross River - if water gets to our street level, much of Townsville will disappear.
I have spent much of the last 35+ yrs in Nth Qld and never seen anything like this wet season - and that includes 1974!
I blame global cooling!
Special mention for Griffo
, Wild Worral Woman , Cracker , Jaba , Chuckles , and Pilotette !Speaking of Pilotette - have you started your big adventure?
Dr
PS: All I want for Xmas is an IO520BB!
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Yep...... Forkie nailed it.....GLOBAL COOLING 
Pilotette....ya better drop by then, if its not a plane i have a boat
Santa will have to do the LEAKY SLEIGH SINNK Arrival into BNE tonight
Pilotette....ya better drop by then, if its not a plane i have a boat
Santa will have to do the LEAKY SLEIGH SINNK Arrival into BNE tonight
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Thanks Forkie and to you too! Yes I've been fortunate enough to have had a few big adventures this year! Just realised I managed to clock up 737 hrs in 2010 so far...But I have a feeling the adventure has only just begun! (I really need to start posting some photos I think!)
Jaba, I think I may hav to take you up on the boat option! I've just pulled up to my folks place in Brissie to find basically a river running down their street! The drive up was...SLOW...the rain was/is torrential!
Jaba, I think I may hav to take you up on the boat option! I've just pulled up to my folks place in Brissie to find basically a river running down their street! The drive up was...SLOW...the rain was/is torrential!
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Oz - you're an angel - sharing that local news with the world.
Why, I even had to go up for half an hour myself this morning so I could give a present to myself, and continue the Old Tradition of operating on The Day.. Enjoying a glass or two now tho.. Merry Christmas all.
Why, I even had to go up for half an hour myself this morning so I could give a present to myself, and continue the Old Tradition of operating on The Day.. Enjoying a glass or two now tho.. Merry Christmas all.
