Pyramid 17 - Birmingham

[evilkeen]

Well I visited Brum again to-day to find new location

Well I can't bloody find it

Evilkeen you made it sound so easy to find

If I discover the password and I can't find the pyramid again I'm going to spit

Glad to hear you are back on the trail!

You'll find it soon, really it isn't that hard! Now as for the password that's another matter!

[Gary's Mum]

Evilkeen wrote

Glad to hear you are back on the trail!

Thank you

This adventure should come with a health warning

BEWARE THIS PRODUCT COULD SERIOUSLY DAMAGE

YOUR BRAIN

Afraid its to late for me

[cornettracing80]

i love women who spit..its hot

[erin-rae]

That's a sentiment I dont share... makes me shudder when I see people spit for no reason, kids too.
Dont get me wrong when you need to, you got to.
When we are (were? been a while) out on our bikes (mountain) you aint got time to stop and get a tissue out to blow your nose, you just gotta hold one side and go for it... many a mishap there...

[cornettracing80]

snot rockets....i do my part in saving the enviroment by not employing a tissue for extraction of nasal mucus...the erin method we call it here

[erin-rae]

oh, great... now look what I have done.

[cornettracing80]

the "Erin Method" is not advised in high winds

[cornettracing80]

im like a snot rocket ninja...i can take down a fly midflight..its a skill...
i learned it in the book "white trailer trash for dummies"
kinda a oxymoron

[Gary's Mum]

Oh dear lord I wish I had never said spit

[Dr Iguana]

Cornet says you shouldn't spit in high winds. It can get much worse than that. It’s called “getting your own back.”

In 1968 or ‘69 I was flying with a friend down the Northumberland coast from Perth to Newcastle in an old Auster. If you don’t know it, imagine a 2CV with wings, high wing, fixed gear, three seats, two side by side at the front, single in the rear, very light on the controls.

Back over Eyemouth my pal said “I’m dying for a pee” (he didn’t say pee).
“Can you wait till we reach Newcastle”?
“No”
About Bamburgh he said “We’d better think of something.”
In the remains of our lunch on the backseat was a milk bottle, almost empty; one of those old wide-top bottles that you don’t see now.
“Do it in that.” He did it in that.
“What do I do now? I can’t hold it like this, ‘specially in one of your landings.”
“ I’ll go out over the sea , you can chuck it overboard. Message in a bottle.”
I turned a couple of miles out to sea, no boats, islands, whales, anything below.
“Open the door and drop it out” The Auster doors opened forwards, no fancy locks in those days. He opened the door, holding it against suction then forcing it against pressure. I banked slightly, he leaned out, looked down, held the bottle between his fingers, and dropped it. In a fraction of a second, as soon as it hit the slipstream, some kind of vortex must have been created in the top of the bottle, the bottle dropped, the contents were sucked out, then flew up and hit him in the face.

[Gary's Mum]

Message to self - next time Gary takes me on a flight make sure

I take a packet of pampers as well as the sick bags

[bingabonga]

In 1968 or ‘69 I was flying with a friend down the Northumberland coast from Perth to Newcastle in an old Auster.

i have a friend that used to maintain/fly austers around that time. most of his stories are from NI
His name is Mick Williams, dont know if you know him?
im guessing he worked for the same 'company' as you back then.

Bing

[steve]

And the moral of the story is, don’t drink yellow milk?

[Happyhannah]

In a fraction of a second, as soon as it hit the slipstream, some kind of vortex must have been created in the top of the bottle, the bottle dropped, the contents were sucked out, then flew up and hit him in the face.

Hahahahah!

That's the funniest thing I've read in a while!!

[erin-rae]

aw, that's v funny, thanks Doc
You are a mine of information, always a joy to hear...