Early morning here at the cafe and a mix of snow and rain has everything mired in a sticky bog. Limping along the pain in my right foot is exceeded only by the heavy and morose feeling I carry with me this day.

Got up in the middle of the night at the sound of somethin stirring in the hangar... mashed my middle toe and its mate on the door jamb. dropped my lectric torch hobbled about on the one good foot for a bit and slipped on a dog bone wrench. Needless to say I woke up with a headache, back ache aching left ankle and swollen right foot.

The all girl ground crew are on leave this weekend. Everyone's off on holiday and iI am pulling CQ. Tending to my boo boos I cinched down the toes to support one another and dressed for morning duties. Squeezing my bloated foot into its boot was a real treat. As not only did I experience great pain but saw flashing colours the likes I would expect from a sheet of psychedelic Techmod lozenge decals.

The new unit hack motorcycle and side car was in sad shape with three flats. Some bugger had pilfered my bycycle. My staff car was in the shop and the Aeroscale taxi driver was sleeping off a binge from the night before. His keys were no where to be found either....so I walked nay, hobbled to the cyber cafe at the other end of the airfiield.

As mentioned previously the mud tended to try and take my boots with every limp toward the cafe. it was like walking in twice boiled oatmeal. My poncho was ripped and it was only after having gone half way out that the rain / sleet began to soak into my uniform. Being mad with hunger I trudged on.

Finally I reached the oasis of Madam Consumpta's Peep Hole bar and Grill. Though open it was dark and empty of life. I suddenly felt like the last living cell in a dead body. The amidst the pain and loneliness I remembered the day. Knowing what I must do I turned my face to the torment and strove to the small white building at the far edge of the tarmac. I could hear the music as I drew closer. A familar face waited at the gate with an umbrella. "Hello Jack" was the warm greeting. I responded, "Hello Vicar hope I'm not too late?"

His kindly voice boomed, "Not at all we were waiting for you." Somehow the pain was not as prominent and nothing else mattered much.

Dear highly esteemed fellow forum travellers.... *cough..cough..cough*
I thought that we should have a Errol Flynn weekend this week. So, don your tights and grab your swords....

A beautiful early morning here at the Aeroscale Cyber Cafe. The Uzo / coffee is excellent today. It seems the creamer is a light rasberry chocolate. The breakfast is another de-light cheeze souflay. The I have two orders of crispy bacon lettuce and tomato on Texas (thick) toast with just a hint of mayo. Thorougly enjoyed revisiting the Charge of the light Brigade last evening and now Robin Hood this AM. Good choice Jan!

Remember, Rowan's thread about being off line for a while?

" . . . The highlight of the holiday will be a surprise stop of at the fabled ruins of Troy where our hero intends to have a Turkish Holyman conviene over a ceremony where they will affirm their eternal friendhip and dedication to there emotional connections. After that there will be some frolicing on a local beach. 8,000yard of Saffron and a reinforced magic wand have been purchased for the occassion. The dress will be black thongs for the men and white thongs for the ladies. . . "

Word round the cafe is that our own beloved Rowan (Merlin) had an unexpected gift show up while he and Angelina J were frolicing (gadzooks what a word) on the beach in their formal thongs. Seems she bought him a brace of baby chimpanzies. . . to mark their emotional connection ceremony. Their names, "Roden and Eduard."

The stage is dark and suddenly a single small spot light luminates the stage. It widens to reveal - An all girl band in very short skirts and a pound of grease each in their short hair-dos. Then like lightening he's there in a three piece silk suit and narrow tie.

A hot summer night, fell like a net
I've gotta find my baby yet
I need you, to soothe my head
Turn my bluuuuue heart to red

Chorus
Doctor, Doctor give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pills' gonna cure my ill
I gotta bad case of lovin' you

A pretty face don't make no pretty heart
I learned thaaaaat buddy, from the start
You think I'm cute, a little bit shy
Mamma, I ain't that kind of guy

Chorus
Doctor, Doctor give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pills' gonna cure my ill
I gotta bad case of lovin' you

Music bridge 1/2 verse-------
I know you like it, you like it on top
Tell me mamma are you gonna stop

You had me down 21 to zip
Smile of Judas on your lip
Shake my fist, knock on wood
I've got it bad and I've got it good

Chorus
Doctor, Doctor give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pills' gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of loooooovin' you!!!!!!!

Can I get a witness? Click, click, click...

Bravo - encore encore!!!

The barkeep Jan runs a folded slip of paper upto the male singer, who runs his hand through his tossled haircut. The reflection of his nondigital wristwatch glances like a mini spotlight through the crowd. Everyone notes a quick smile. This is for "BigSkip". The woman on the bass nods and strikes a short rift and the beat takes over.

How can it be permissible
She compromised my principle, yeah yeah
That kind of love is mythical
She's anything but typical
She's a craze you'd endorse, she's a powerful force
You're obliged to conform when there's no other course
She used to look good to me, but now I find her

Simply irresistible
Simply irresistible

Her loving is so powerful, huh
It's simply unavoidable
The trend is irreversible
The woman is invincible

She's a natural law, and she leaves me in awe
She deserves the applause, I surrender because
She used to look good to me, but now I find her

Simply irresistible
Simply irresistible

(Simply irresistible) She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went
(Simply irresistible) She's all mine, there's no other way to go

She's unavoidable, I'm backed against the wall
She gives me feelings like I never felt before
I'm breaking promises, she's breaking every law
She used to look good to me, but now I find her

Simply irresistible
She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went
(Simply irresistible) She's all mine, there's no other way to go

Her methods are inscrutable
The proof is irrefutable, Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
She's so completely kissable, huh
Our lives are indivisible

She's a craze you'd endorse, she's a powerful force
You're obliged to conform when there's no other course
She used to look good to me, but now I find her

Simply irresistible
Simply irresistible

She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went
(Simply irresistible) She's all mine, there's no other way to go
She's so fine, there's no tellin' where the money went
(Simply irresistible) She's all mine, there's no other way to go

Simply irresistible!!!

OH look at that peeps.... Our beloved Jackflash is entering our scene to sing a couple of songs! Give him a warm hand!

Thank you Jackflash, modelling Guru and Singing superstar.

Pints of your finest all round!!!

Anyone seen Jan recentley?

Bigskip Out

This is who my mom named me after. It could have been worse, she could have called me "Errol".

Olivia DeHavilland, Basil Rathbone or Claude Raines?

Oopps Robin... I should have looked closer..Trifocals...sorry.

Oh my gosh its not even the weekend and the Cyber cafe is jumpin! New Aeroscale staffers and old partying like its 1999 Too much action to describe! Being carried off to the billiard room...all girl ground crew having a wet t-shirt party! Oh no eagads its me thats supposed to wear a wet t-shirt! Close your eyes folks this won't be pretty!

Champagne all round

Congrats on the new post - a valuable asset to the staff you will make stephen, and all the other new staffies

All the best

Andy

"...This is who my mom named me after. It could have been worse, she could have called me "Errol"...."


Actually my friend. What would be worse is; if she insisted in dressing you in Errol's tights as well

Tread.

Speaking of tights. Anybody remember "sleepers"? You know, pajamas with feet? I used to put mashed potatoes in the bottoms of the feet and make my mother feel em. "Hey Ma! its a dead rat!" She would faint everytime.

You're a cruel man stephen

Keep my seat at the bar warm, i'm off to Spain for a week, no modelling to be done for a week, i'll have to cope with laying in the sun, listening to music, reading and drinking beer - it's a hard job, but someone has to do it...

Andy

Andy;

Every dog has his day and every puppy is gonna play! Have fun bring me back a . . . wait a minute forget that. It will just get me in trouble.


I'll have "Sparky" McClellan of the all girl ground crew keep your seat warm. She's the chief electrician of the group. Though a bit mischievious. When you come back the seat will be warm but tap it with your ridin crop before being seated. I caught her trying to put an ejection seat in Rowan's unfinished Sopwith F.1 "Camel." When I tried to point out that they didn't have them she giggled and smiled that smile.

A quiet Sunday here at the cafe. Bright shiny day. The all girl ground crew will be bringing themselves up from the hangar for a big breakfast. Then a double decker bus is due on the tarmac later, bringing in what else? Their mothers. Looks like I be spit-shined and pressed for the jubilation later.

Hey Jan! My breakfast special before the gals show please!

A "JackFlash Special" coming up.....

Another night at the Cyber cafe. The stage is dark and suddenly the spot hits the singer in a charcoal gray pin stripe suit. The all girl band behind him begins the lick in double time.

"Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes

You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh
yeah

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough, you
know you're

Gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love!

You see the signs, but you can't read
You're runnin' at a different speed
You heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind!

You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh
yeah!

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough, you
know you're

Gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love!

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

GUITAR SOLO (ONCE AROUND)

Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own!
You're heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine!

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh
yeah!

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough, you
know you're

Gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love!

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love!
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love!
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love!
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love!
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love!"

Everyone is on vacation. . . the cafe is quiet this weekend. We need some movies and a barbeque!

A very attractive lady goes up to a bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face closer to hers.
When he does, she begins to gently caress his full beard.

"Are you the manager?" she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands. "Actually, no," the man replies.

"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him," she says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.

"Can't," breathes the bartender. "He's not here. Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message," she continues, running her forefinger across the bartender's lips and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to kiss them gently.

"What should I tell him?" the bartender manages to say.

"Tell him," she whispers, "there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."

Our mutual friend Lucky stands hidden behind the door biting his lip, so he won't laugh out loud...

Poor sod!

In the corner JackFlash almost choke on his large Whisky....

Paris Goes back to Jail! Rounds for everyone! Jan bing out the 30 year bottles.