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...agitated, and when Ahlox became agitated he was likely to point his hose in any direction buit the fire, and this had spread to other Fairies to the point here a Firepersons Agitation Act had been introduced in every State and Territory to .........

Depends what happened at the hand over. We paid out big after a Race Car demonstration at a Shopping Centre. A track was marked out by orange plastic barriers (as a safety fence), the drivers of a variety of unrelated unsuitable cars were told to be careful. One went through the barrier and injured someone in the crowd. The car type was unsuitable for the track, and came under our jurisdiction so we were dragged in. (We didn't organise or take part in the display) Our defence centred around the Organising Official telling the drivers to e careful; we lost.

.....neckpiece. At this, the rooster finally arced up and went rogue. It ........

....... Loxie thought it would be quite exciting to be feathered, but not so sure about being tarred. His fire crew knew this problem very well. Sometimes Loxie would get to a fire and yell the Faireys command "HIT IT!", but then rush up and say stop if it looked like they were cutting the heads off the perunias with the hoses, and they wouold argue back and forth until someone said "Doesn't matter now, the house has gone, and they would let it burn down to embers telling stories of the days when fire trucks had manual steering or .......

........that scrawny little hanger-on Dave whose dummy spit exit from AUF, burning the two Thrusters, is long remembered for .......

.....knew the answer, but he was a complicated man and delighted in seeing whether everyone was awake. Unfortunately in doing that he had fallen asleep and .........

"........report?" asked Romsey Turbine who had been sitting there quietly writing the lead story of the May edition of theWHATREPORT!!!??? snapped the CTRI. Romsey had been waiting for just such a question, and....................

.........buinesses like Cooks Tour (not the tourist traps like cruising down the Rhine for $30,000.00 + extras but Tour Cars. We used to euphamistically call them Touring Cars until the guts were cut out, the 351s dropped and the cars were all Chinese except the body panels thick enough that the cat could jump up on the roof without leaving dents. It was a different world where .......

For specifity it was Bombay, Mum hadn't been born when it was started by the Sarkies (we know the family), who dropped thSarkie name and built a string of them in Southeast Asia.

......this only bought a japatti now and again so they contacted Turbine Consulting NL who suggested a Joint Venture (JV), and so they approached the current Chair of TATA Group, Nate Chandlershipac. First, a little history. TATA was founded in Bombay in 1868 by Jamsetji Tata. Jam's first words were "Tata" as he was waving gooodbye to his English mother, and when he grew up to be mayor of Bombay, in an emotional vote he had the Council change the name to Mumbai in honour of his Mum and early days, but that's another story. The Mayor often lunched with John Cholmonderau (pronounced "chum") Turbine at the Raffles Hotel, and it was John, with a 50 million Rupee donation (which secured half of India as his Tiger shoot) that allowed Jam to start building small cars. The company flourished thanks to Sir Dorabji Tata getting a licence to build Ford Prefect Estate Cars, and Sir Ratan Tata fitting engines in them. In 2008 of course the Tata Group bought out Jaguar Land Rover. It's no surprise that the products were struggling; and one wag suggested they were worth more as scrap metal. And so OT and Sanjeev found themselves booked on the next flight to Mumbai. In the plush Board Room, gold-lined and not a Punkah Wallah in sight, Nate explained the Turbine Cat Farm principle and suggested that he could build Jags and Range Rovers and the two businessmen could sell them as junk and he would buy the cheap steel to build more cars, and they could spread the process all over the world as TATA bought out other car manufacturers to ........

We fly in CASA airspace. Since the change to See and be seen came in, you can check the current CASA regulations. These are also simplified in the Visual Flight Rules Guide (VFRG). They've also been loaded to this site with some practice ideas for the circuit There's no ambiguity in the VFRG advice. RA Pilots cab expect to be flying with two other classes; PPL who, other than students, will have been through a more comprehensive training syllabus, and Charter/RPL who not only have the higher level of training but will usually be flying every day of the week. Their expectations will be that someone joining the circuit will be following the same VFRG advice as they are. People might not agree with that advice or might have a much better idea or might think the US way is better etc. but when there's a collision and the others were all complying with the VFRG they will be claiming they weren't negligent.

....spoils of war. Cappy realised OT was making good money. Unfortunately the Cook family DNA kicked in. In the mid 1800s OT's ancestor Benjamin Over Traveller, convict, had scraped together the remains of a wrecked ship and managed to build a small dwelling in Melbourne's Fitzroy Gardens. It was the first BNB to be opended in Melbourne. BOT, as he was called had almost made enough money to pay off his debts, when Captain (doubtful) Josiah Collingwood Cook built a Guest House and included Breakfast and dinner for half BOT's price. BOT was already doing it tough when the soldiers came, and told him to get out of town. "There's gold in the West" one of them said helpfully, but BOT missed Ballarat and finished up in Kalgoorlie, so he had extra travel costs. Captain Cook's guesthouse is still in the gardens today and whenever the City Council tries to bulldoze it or shut it down, mysteriously The Governor herself shows up in her Bentley Sports, and threatens to belt the crap out oof them. So it was no surprise that when OT started making good cash with Hellcat parts and Land Rover lug nuts who shouilld show up but the alleged descendant, out own Captain Cook VII (no bars)........

......Kununurra? The dapper little figure wearing only a pair of shorts would scurry down Riverfig Av to pick up his "five pounds of pork sausages" then into Coles for the groceries, loading them into the old Landcruiser tray with the old trailer on which sat a Sling with foldup wings like a Corsair Carrier aircraft. He'd patented the hinges which came from track shoes on an old Cat D3 he'd picked up in Dingo. He never told anyone what he was doing or where he was going , but would drive a few K out of town, unload the Sling and search for any yellow CATs or Orange Allis Chalmers. He wouldn't do what all the others did and winch their old 40 tonne find onto a semi which cost $40,000 to get it back to civilisation and another $230,000 in rent by the time he'd sold all the parts. Oh Nooo; The Outback was his storage shed and he only took home the part ordered by his customers. He got a kick out of the free rent courtesy of the land owners and the Commonwealth, and particularly when an old CAT or AC was on Noongar Country. It was ............

suspect. Some NESsers might be wondering how we've driftered off the av theme and now we can reveal the reason some AUF members can afford new over the top airctraft and others can't; it's the Grammy Method where OT does the cash extraction with his quill, leaving many satisfied but without their millions. Current Affair had been after him for years but (a) the Ch 9 expense account didn't run to WA trips and (b) .........................

....there was an "O" on one side and a "T" on the other. The crowd....................

....a pattern that had won the Launceston Show's Sponge Cake Championship year after year. This amazing invention was also partly responsible for Turbine Beef's string of 17 Champions of Show and the annual Longreach Royal Show, Rodeo and Rooster Chase. Turbo's bulls would be trimmed then groomed by the Longreach Hair Salon, and if they dropped a load, Patty, as he was called would move in before the last drip and fashion a beautiful pattern, whereas the other entrants just left the copats as they were. Over the years Turbo often noticed the longing look of the Judge, thinking of his grandma's sponge all covered in patterned cream. That was until the 2023 show when............

.......decided to set EP up one day. EP could be unpredictable when you flew......just like the Jab, so you had to be ready for anything, but EP always did the same sequence when testing students. Well not always; every tenth student go it reversed, but 9 out of 10 you knew when you were for the cow pat test. The females were tested just the same as the males; EP was a stickler for Diversity. It was time for Pip's test (we can't give you her real name because she went on to a senior position in CASA.) Student Paul secreted himself behind an agreed Gorse bush with a bucket of blood from the local knackery. Sure enoughh EP pulled the cow pat trick. Pip set a trajectory to take here near the gorse bush, and suddenly exclaimed "WHAT WAS THAT BANG!" "What bang?" asked EP who had been reading a newspaper. They circled and there spreadeagled was a person covered in so much blood he was almost certainly dead. They flew back to the strip, jumped in the ute and drove back over the paddock. When they got there the body was gone but in its place were police numbered markers denoting the body and a trail of squashed cow pats. Pip squeezed back a laugh at EP's face ............................

.......at this, Epaulette snarled and squinted, they way he did if you stuffed up a ground guide where he expected you to use the wet cow pats to glide at 20 mm above the ground for as long as the Jab was prepared to stretch it; the fear of what EP would do to you if you actually touched dirt was ..................

.....the first person came out of the booth area. "HECKLE! FRECKLE! why so speckle!!!!!!?" asked a shocked Pae Mee Nao. "It's alright for you Spick and Span; where were YOU when the sh!t hit the Fan!!" replied ........

.....knocking on the door so to speak. Then someone did a search and found a Public Comfort Station up the street and the crew of desperates ran for their life. A couple made the Great Deposit, but the rest, male and female poured recklessly down the stairs where they were greeted by a Chinese Host Pae Mee Nao. It was only a dollar but three of them threw their wallets at him and one male stopped to loan a female a dollar and accidentally dropped his load .............

....$1 slot toilets where some wag had superglued the slots.......

If relatives have been traumatised they should contact one of the Public Liability Lawyers before the time runs out.

.......something different to what we know was on his mind and would soon.......

.....and the moustache trimmed to a surgeon's accuracy. That piercing look.........

........those "AviatorSupreme" sunnys ...............