Presumably they like to use microlights for their already poor radar visibility, compounded by the traditional tendency of the community to fly very low.
True, but we often get as high as a couple hundred feet at times, couple that to the fact we dont need a runway covered in tarmac the length of the M6 to land in... !
Guess most of you have read the story of the microlight pilot who kept flying to france and landing back in the same field in England, and was suspected of smuggling by a very intelligent , keen, customs officer. The officer finally retired and one day met the pilot in a pub. Listen , said the hofficer, you were smuggling weren"t you--I shan"t tell anyone--please put me out of my misery. Allright said the pilot. Well what was it said the the officer.. MICROLOIGHTS -SAID THE PILOT. APOLOGIES FOR ORRIBLE JOKE.
It's a derivative of the old joke about the guy continually crossing some border with a wheelbarrow to the bafflement of the customs officers there.
Unfortunately in Rog's adaptation it fails to work as he mentions flying to France, whereas to smuggle back microlights he'd need to go by boat or somesuch.
There, that's three minutes of a perfectly serviceable Saturday morning I have wasted.
Rob P
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Rob-now you"ve ruined the joke-alright I confesss that it was adapted from the wheelbarrow joke--just trying to make your day a little lighter-now feel totally devastated and unloved.
Um...ROG - I don't think you can pin the ruination of that rib-tickler on Rob. You murdered it all on your own - the full Rasputin, in fact - poisoned, shot, beaten with a stick and then finally drowned. You've probably got the remains of the joke buried under your patio.
Mono - the comic effect of the joke is intended to be derived from the delayed - and timing is everything - retrospective cognitive-neoassociation of the means of contraband transportation with the contraband itself. I suggest ROG would be far better directed to restrict himself to simple fart gags in the future though, because he made a right horlicks of that one.
Anyway - is there any indication where the two remedial drug-smuggling jokers originate from? - is there a microlight club somewhere in the UK having a monumental collective trouser accident?
Also - that's 60kg of amphetamines that won't be making it to the end user - my guess it was a special order for the Olympics - and if the presenters and crew of a certain UK public service TV and Radio broadcaster appear to be slightly less chipper and bright-eyed by the end of the Olympics, I have a theory as to why.
I'm here at the field....I fight for my meals...I get my Yak into my living......
ROG wrote:EH--so no X factor audition then ? It"s the only thing I ever wanted to do !!!=my life"s ruined. Have had joke cremated.
All hope is not yet lost.
If you have access to a trained baritone gerbil that can belt out "Nessun dorma", while you provide an instrumental backing by cupping your right hand in the your left armpit, and cranking your left arm to render a pseudo-flatulent yet hauntingly beautiful accompaniment to the aria, you're probably in with a chance on the X Factor. Only because Cowell likes gerbils, mind you.
Anyway. General Aviation. Is there no scuttlebutt as to where these two soon-to-be-doing-20-years-hard-continental-breakfast microlight comedians are from?
I'm here at the field....I fight for my meals...I get my Yak into my living......