I didn't realise Bristow had 92s in Kazakhstan!

I can't believe you deleted that photo - it was a classic everyday picture of life in the rotary world.

Made me laugh that's for sure.

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Why did you delete that photo? I thought it was funny and showed a sense of humor. As for the "complainers", well enough said.

Well said Owl, what a bunch of tree-hugging Spotty Richards. A great foto in the true spirit of the old Bristows. What would they say about John Skipper doing @The dance of the flaming A--hole'?

Heck, I thought that photo was a sure bet for the annual Bristow Calendar!

It had to be one of the funniest in Bristow history!

Don't let the PC police rule over the majority. Bring back one of the best photos I have seen in a long time. Even better than the Trinidad Belle - well maybe not quite !

There weren't any complaints here at Rotorheads: was it someone who knows you :confused:

Mind you, it was a bit of a shock to the system when the page opened :p

Amongst anyone who as ever actually touched the controls of a helicopter - that photo is a classic.

Amongst the pencildickpushers they have no sense of humour.

Enough said!!!!!!

What photo?

Crew Photo
 

If anyone wants to send me the photo again via PM, I'll post it elsewhere on an alternative venue. Such a classic, fun, amusing photo shouldn't be censored by the killjoys.

Censored?
 

Mamaput

You have just given the "killjoys" all the justification they feel they need!

Those clean-cut zealots of the 1000 yard stare make Ayatollah Khomeini look like Billy Connelly (are there 2 x l's?) on mescalin.

We know which side of the hair shirt goes on the inside these days!

Trog

How sad.

Bristows used to be a place where people could have a laugh, at others and themselves.

How times change.
:(

Have the Men dance Mr. Christian!:ok:

Years ago in China somebody used to knock up a monthly skit on the operation. It was titled 'Depressing Journal' after the Aberdeen paper 'The Press & Journal'. It was very popular and nobody minded when one of their innocent remarks was exaggerated beyond recognition in a humourous way.
Redhill got hold of a copy. A terse communication. The will be no unofficial publications at Bristow sites.

End of stories.

At Papa Charlie, the Paragon Contech contract in Iran circa 1975, the windsock was encircled by white washed rocks and the name of the camp (Papa Charlie). One evening, some of the lads changed it to "Here for the Beer". Next day...CP announced that would be changed...and quickly.

He departed for his time off in Tehran....when he arrived it had been duly altered but this time it was the in the form of the universal call for "Uckers".

Upon shut down....he was seen to be in a bit of pique as he hurled and kicked pretty white stones all over southeastern Iran.

He later wound up at Redhill.....wonder if he is the same guy?

Hi SASLESS you obviously know the humourless talentless wa-kers that brought Bristows into the place it is today in the state of things. A once great company whose name is used to disguise a bunch of clowns who could not riun a KFC stall, which is probably where they came from. What happened after Airlog took over is history now but the Old Man must be rotating in his grave like a tail rotor drive shaft. I spent 34 years with Bristow all over the world and am completely neutral as you may gather. Bring back the old days where a bit of humour made the all the difference.

At Papa Charlie, the Paragon Contech Contract
 

SASless: Do you, by chance, mean the Prakla Seismos contract in south western Iran. Yes, we did fool around with whitewashed stones at some of the camps but I don't remember the indident you mentioned - perhaps I was on time-off. If you were there you'll be very familiar with flying the Labo around and a cabin full of boxes of dynamite. Or when we operated in the marshes around Khorramshar and the improvised floating landing pads would float away as a result of the downwash on approach and you had to go chase them to land on, much to the consternation of the seimis crew who would have to wade through chest-deep water to get back to the seismic line.

If you were there at the end of that contract, you'll probably also remeber the CP buying the toilet from the German party leader for us to take to the next seismic contract which was a French company with the initials GBS. Very similar work but the food was fantastic.

St. Jack,

Paragon-Contect was a geological survey contract using Alouette III's and JetRangers and the odd Schreiner Lama and was based east of Bandar Abbas out towards the area where Afghanistan and Iran join. It was the first full fledged geological survey of that part of the country and was a Bush Camp in the full sense of the word. Tents, Camel Spiders, thatch roofed building for Engineering, all maintenance done in the open....open pit bomb sight toilets complete with Scorpions...Goat, Egg Plant, and beans for dinner....every night. No heat of any kind during the Winter until New Years Eve when we burned up half the Jet Fuel stash in the Fire Water Pit.

Our big entertainment besides Robbie Duff's sense of humor was flying kites, building hot air balloons, and UCKERS! Whence our changing the rocks to spell out "UCKERS YA F@CKERS" around the Wind Sock.

I made lifelong friends in that camp and enjoyed it more than any place I worked in Bristow. The Black Sardine is the fellow I refer to who went to chunking rocks, later he ran Nigeria then moved up to Redhill.

SASless Do you remember the Agha contract with Alouette 3s when we lost the toilet and shower module on a rig move with the result we had to go bush and wash in the rig water pool for three months. Then there was the earthquake that killed about 5000 people at 4 o'clock one morning. Joe Ballint and I had one of these two man accomodation portacabins and thought someone had hit us with a truck.

I was assigned to the NAR Rig....I think it was....crew changed out of Shiraz and located in the mountains kinda near Lavan Island. French rig...good food very isolated location...two days of crew changes plus maybe a third day for other reasons but mostly standby.

Also remember an Earthquake that killed almost twenty thousand folks if I remember correctly....near the low camp on the BICC if my alcohol ravaged brain is right. We flew over the village that was worst hit for days and saw Backhoes digging trenches to bury the dead.

Best Contract was theh SAIPEM pipeline....not much flying...and excellent chow....and drink!