21.12.2013, 06:24
Me? England. It's a funny kind of place. I watched an episode of Family Guy last night in which the English take ownership of Peter's favourite bar. It was actually quite funny because England stopped being like that nearly fifty years ago. Come on, America, wake up! We have gun totin' gangsters and street jive too, thanks to your ever present television. we have Big Mac's and the Colonel's finest, Ferrari's that can only be driven by guys with moustaches, and please could you stop sending christian missionaries. England is the home of Druidism. Deal with it 
But hey, enough of my yappin'. This is a flightsim forum and Christmas is almost upon us. So....
Here's a funny thing. People often sneer at sports car drivers and their apparent need to flaunt it because they've got it - I should know, I heard all the same comments back when I indulged in the cheaper end of the fast car market. Yet I found that women were attracted by the sight of my bright blue curvaceous and low slung speed machine. Not because of any extension of my physique (that's an unfortunate part of the male psyche), but because it suggested I was wealthy and successful (that's the unfortunate side of the female psyche - as much as hormones, pesonality, and physical attractiveness can spark our emotions, women do instinctively prefer a caveman to fill her larder, spawn her young, protect her from harm, and emable her deep rooted instinct to spend, spend, spend. Face it girls, you know I'm right)
But flying aeroplanes? The kiss of death where girlfriends are concerned. Unless she happens to be one of the minority that actually like flying, most girls regard being in an aeroplane as a means either to be thrilled by adventure or to arrive somewhere interesting. Sitting in a grotty old Cessna for an hour, squeezed into a narrow cabin with guy she hardly knows, subjected to the loud monotonous rasp and roar of a small aero-engine, feeling uninvolved in the entire process of getting from one place to another by air - she is quickly bored and can't escape. So unless you have access to a business jet and the money to reach a warm Mediterranean coast, the experience of flying won't make her think you're good in bed. Also, she will quickly realise that going out with you means she'll be sharing her bed with aviation magazines.
What a great day to be flying. Isn't this fun?
"Umm, Caldrail, we need to talk"
Yes you're right. Hang on a moment Babe... "Eastwich, this is Romeo Juliet, overhead , routing south of London for Little Wimpton, over....
"Caldrail, I've been doing some thinking"
Yeah?
"I don't think you and I are going anywhere."
No no, really, it looks slow because we're so high. Look, we're doing 90 knots. That's over a hundred miles an hour.
"So is anything going to happen?"
Nah, you're okay, flying is the safest form of travel..... What?
But hey, enough of my yappin'. This is a flightsim forum and Christmas is almost upon us. So....
Here's a funny thing. People often sneer at sports car drivers and their apparent need to flaunt it because they've got it - I should know, I heard all the same comments back when I indulged in the cheaper end of the fast car market. Yet I found that women were attracted by the sight of my bright blue curvaceous and low slung speed machine. Not because of any extension of my physique (that's an unfortunate part of the male psyche), but because it suggested I was wealthy and successful (that's the unfortunate side of the female psyche - as much as hormones, pesonality, and physical attractiveness can spark our emotions, women do instinctively prefer a caveman to fill her larder, spawn her young, protect her from harm, and emable her deep rooted instinct to spend, spend, spend. Face it girls, you know I'm right)
But flying aeroplanes? The kiss of death where girlfriends are concerned. Unless she happens to be one of the minority that actually like flying, most girls regard being in an aeroplane as a means either to be thrilled by adventure or to arrive somewhere interesting. Sitting in a grotty old Cessna for an hour, squeezed into a narrow cabin with guy she hardly knows, subjected to the loud monotonous rasp and roar of a small aero-engine, feeling uninvolved in the entire process of getting from one place to another by air - she is quickly bored and can't escape. So unless you have access to a business jet and the money to reach a warm Mediterranean coast, the experience of flying won't make her think you're good in bed. Also, she will quickly realise that going out with you means she'll be sharing her bed with aviation magazines.
What a great day to be flying. Isn't this fun?
"Umm, Caldrail, we need to talk"
Yes you're right. Hang on a moment Babe... "Eastwich, this is Romeo Juliet, overhead , routing south of London for Little Wimpton, over....
"Caldrail, I've been doing some thinking"
Yeah?
"I don't think you and I are going anywhere."
No no, really, it looks slow because we're so high. Look, we're doing 90 knots. That's over a hundred miles an hour.
"So is anything going to happen?"
Nah, you're okay, flying is the safest form of travel..... What?