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I'm looking forward to a busy Sunday morning here, as they guys get home and post pics of the days festivities.....

John
 
When you have a 6'5", rugby player (ageing, admittedly), 'finalising arrangements', should we be getting paramedics on standby? {sm2}

No, I met the buyer's demand, I didn't ask Clive to make an offer he couldn't refuse . . . {eek3}
 
Would one of you gentlemen at the show check with Clive and get me an update on the status of the Heco transaction? I'm in withdrawal here . . . {sm2}{sm3}{sm4}
 
Would one of you gentlemen at the show check with Clive and get me an update on the status of the Heco transaction? I'm in withdrawal here . . . {sm2}{sm3}{sm4}

We were discussing delivery methods across the Atlantic and came to the conclusion that filling the item with av-gas and igniting it, off Plymouth Hoe, in a Westerly direction, was probable the cheapest method of getting it to you.
 
We were discussing delivery methods across the Atlantic and came to the conclusion that filling the item with av-gas and igniting it, off Plymouth Hoe, in a Westerly direction, was probable the cheapest method of getting it to you.

Very funny Simon:rolleyes2: . . . Between you and Kevin with the Monty Python routine, the British sense of humor will be getting a bad name!^&grin
 
Very funny Simon:rolleyes2: . . . Between you and Kevin with the Monty Python routine, the British sense of humor will be getting a bad name!^&grin

I believe that between us, we can lower international expectations to a sub terrainian level. :)
 
I believe that between us, we can lower international expectations to a sub terrainian level. :)

Here's a little excerpt from the novel I wrote, where your character is describing the effect of Kevin's character's sense of humor - it is taken, almost verbatim, from an exchange between you two on the subject of potentially flying to New York together for the NY Symposium a couple of years ago:

Major Elliott was, if possible, even taller than Flight Officer Gande, and just as gregarious and good natured. At a little over 5’9, I stared directly at his chin. When I entered the Mess, he was regaling the barman with an excellent impression of his favorite radio comedy. For such a big hulking fellow, he had a surprisingly lilting, melodious voice.

Flying Officer Simon Clarke, seated at the far end of the bar, rolled his eyes, gave a tired smile and said, “he’s quite good for the first few minutes, but imagine being trapped in a cockpit with this routine for seven hours at a stretch.”

“I feel your pain, brother. Barkeep, painkillers all around.”

“Cheers, mate!”

“Simon just doesn’t appreciate good humor.”

“If I come across any, I’ll let you both know.”
 

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