Rotorheads Christmas Thread
 

Just thought I would start a Xmas thread and wish Merry Xmas and Happy New Year to all of those on Rotorheads I know, and also to those I dont.

Have a great time over Xmas and the New Year, and to all those Rotorheads who are working over this festive season, will have a drink for you (actually maybe a few :ok: ) To those who are home, hope you have a great time with your families and loved ones and to those who arent remember the words to that song "if you cant be with the one you love, love the one you're with"

Safe flying everyone and onwards and upwards for 2010.

Ned

I would like to concur with the sentiments expressed by Ned-Air2Air though I have my reservations of 'loving the one i'm with' seeing as I will be spending Christmas Day with 2 hairy @rsed Cops! :ok:

anonythemouse

is that the same mouse that was in sheffield that i stood in for a few xmas ago to take santa to school ?

Hey Anonythemouse...

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...why not take in some waxing strips and make it a 'Back, Sack and Crack-tastic' day for all!

:E

A truly unreal Christmas gift;

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2772/...03beaa55_o.png

ideal christmas gift
 

MBB / Eurocopter BO-105 M 1980 S/N: 5008:eBay Motors (item 270502526038 end time Dec-23-09 11:25:38 PST)
Nice paint job :yuk:

Likewise. Have a good one everyone.

Same here!
 

Mine will be with 2 hairy @rsed Medics!!

Just worried about the depth of your arse-knowledge?:E

I think it's fair to assume that all police observers, of whatever gender, are hairy-ar$ed

MD 600 Driver, no I'm not the same 'Mouse' he's a LOT bigger than me but is a good friend from the military days. SilsoeSid, thanks for that, you've put me off our Christmas buffet already! :ok:

Could be a lot worse...theres always the dole queue :}

Greetings
 

To all "professionals" out there. enjoy the festive period - recharge your batteries and make 2010 a year to remember.

Perhaps we should have a get together - a back slapping session where we recognise what each has achieved so far.
Any suggestions?

TC

A cracking idea Thomas :ok: 'Tis about time we had a Rotorheads Bash.

Somewhere central, with a bar and accommodation. I'd say, not on a school night but then, all nights are school nights for pilots :}

Any takers? Anyone prepared to help organise?

Cheers

Whirls



..and yes, I DO appreciate Norfolk ain't central :ouch:

And a very Merry Christmas from Dunnunda :ok:

TC, great idea: is NW of Melbourne central enough? Plenty of room to land in the back paddock and seafood for Chrimbo lunch, I'll even loan Whirls the motorbike if she promises to bring it back :cool:

Yeah Ned, Thanks and merry Xmas to you an’ all too.
Come 2010, after a few shenanigans in 09, I don’t know what I’ll do?
Bin a funny year; Geoffrey Yunipingi takes Europe by storm.
Outside there is the biggest snowfall, no one knows the form;
The whole country is under a cloud, we’ve heard from many so loud,
Warming is gonna take us, sink a heap of islands and kill a whole crowd.

Santa’s sleigh has been seen over the border at height
Between Columbia and Venezuela my, what a sight.
Then Monckton and co have put the ice on the head of the IPCC
Front up to the music they say or we’ll have you by the turnouts you’ll see.
No word of retribution as yet for the one, whose name rhymes with bore,
Maybe they’ll drill him as well and get right to the core.

There may be light in the NT as it’s just been announced,
That the brand new air-med show is ready to be bounced.
Roll up your sleeves, pick up a sharp pencil, and get ready to quote
You never know who will turn up ready to go for broke.
Life goes on, drought and fire one minute, flood and cyclone the bloody next
Graded line and back burn, or shovel and four wheel drive, I’m off the freezer chest.
Cheers Tet

Yeah, Ned - happy hols to you and the gang there, and to anyone else I know and haven't gotten around to sending greetings to. I will be spending it on the SW Fateh field this year, so it'll be a bit warmer than usual!

To everyone who helped make things a success this year - thank you, and have a great New Year!

Phil

The Night Before Christmas - Aviation Style

'Twas the night before Christmas, on the ramp by the lobby,
Not a copter was stirring, not even a Robbie.
The aircraft were fastened to tie downs 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 an Agusta, inbound from the west."
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed thru the night,
"Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight."

awesome poem, EN48!!! :ok::ok:

ned, to you and your family, all the best in the new year... same goes to og..

to all other ppruners, enjoy family and friends both on line and irl..

and always remember.. "to fly is heavenly, to hover... divine!!!" :}:)

Yes - it is! I wish I could claim it as my own, but the author is unknown (to me at least).