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Chopped Liver – Learning To Fly

November 27, 2010

B found out from t’internet that the RAF Museum in Hendon was celebrating St. Andrews Day with lots of activities for children – including something about The Flying Scotsman. Apart from its name, quite what a train has to do with the RAF I am not entirely sure – but if you think I was going to pass up on an opportunity to take Weedy 5 mins down the road for an exhibition about trains and planes – you don’t know my Weedy!

So off we went. I asked at reception where the St. Andrews Day activities were taking place. Reception didn’t know there were any. She phoned someone up. They hadn’t heard of anything either and suggested I had the wrong place.

Then the phone rang – and it was the information that, yes indeed, there are some activities to be found in the children’s area.

I guess that much I could have probably worked out myself.

So we made for the children’s area and looked around for a life-size replica of The Flying Scotsman – or maybe even the real thing – or at least some people dressed up as… ah, here’s a (wo)manned information desk.

Excuse me… yada yada… Flying doobree wotsit… yada yada… where?

Oh, it’s on that table. She said this as she pointed to a little table about 3 feet away.

On said table, were some blank sheets of A4 paper. You can make your paper aeroplane with those – but please don’t fly them in the main hall.

So, that was it – we went all that way (5 mins drive… but that’s not the point!) for a piece of blank paper!

We made our aeroplanes. I made one too – well, had to get my money’s worth! And flew them, carefully avoiding the main hall – for fear of damaging any of the fighter jets that had withstood the might of the Luftwaffe 70 years ago!

After about, oh, 16 seconds, we decided to have a look around the museum – at one point we went up some stairs to view inside a cockpit.

Oh look there’s a British Airways thingy – shouts Weedy, as he races down the same flight of stairs. However, in his haste and excitement, he lost his footing half way down and went… flying.

Hey, Bart, enough already!

Crash Bang Wallop. Thankfully not Snap Crackle and Pop!

He was very shocked at the bottom and did what any 6 year old would do. I genuinely think he would have hurt himself a lot more and probably caused a lot more damage were it not for the fact that he is very floppy-limbed – a bit rubbery. He seemed to just bounce down the stairs.

I had to get out my iPhone – let him play with it for a few minutes – till he forgot about it and was able to walk around again.

I hear it also makes phone calls, y’know.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.


Chopped Liver – Puff The Magic Dragon

September 1, 2010

I’ve moved into the RAF Museum in Hendon.

Well, the family went there on Sunday for the Routemaster Bus extravaganza.

I went back there on Tuesday for a meeting – very enjoyable meeting too – and set up great opportunities for both of us in many ways.

(Don’t tell anyone, but I bought a bag of chocolate Puff Candy on my way out. The RAF Museum do sell the best Puff Candy – if you don’t know what Puff Candy is… well, it’s honeycomb covered in hmmm…. chocy. I have no idea why the RAF Museum

Ooh, Heaven is a place on earth!

shop sells Puff Candy, maybe it was the favourite sweet of the time – but I cant resist it – I will get my comeuppance tomorrow as I have a dental appointment – hygenist).

And back to the RAF Museum again today – Weedy’s last day of his holiday – so we had fun together there.

I suppose since this is a blog about my liver condition I should reveal that I have felt pretty crappy these last few days. But I have so much work to do – I need to break the back of it all before I get the call.

If I ever get that call!

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.

Chopped Liver – Magic Bus

August 29, 2010

Weedy was very excited about today.

Not only was it his little cousin’s birthday party (which he enjoyed most muchly, I might add) but also it was the trip(s) in the old Routemaster Bus(es).

I’m not really sure what this was commemorating, but, starting from the RAF Museum in Hendon, lots of classic 60’s Routemaster buses were taking enthusiasts on trips round North London. For the uninitiated, the Routemaster is the traditional double-decker London bus – the one you took pictures of on your Kodak Instamatic when you visited London years ago and were able to hop on and hop off – I think the reason they finally went out of business is that people used to hop on and hop off – without doing the bit in the middle that says – BUY A TICKET FROM THE CONDUCTOR!

But this is genuinely the iconic and much loved and cherished mode of transport – arguably the most famous vehicle in the world. Why oh why oh why did they ever take them out of service? And what joy for Weedy – and us, of course to savour its delights once more.

So we ease ourselves through the throng of total anoraks and board our first bus ride – a round trip to Stanmore

Are we nearly there yet?

– and squeeze up the tight staircase to the front window seats at the top. We sit down, our knees pressed against the wall ahead of us and wonder just how it was that 2 big burly blokes could ever have sat next to each other in this thing. (Not that any of us are big or burly y’understand – but just surmisin’).

The bus judders and jolts out of the car park – Weedy is taken aback… and his head thrown back, against the hard steel rail of the back of the seat – designed for the people behind to rest their hands on – but designed with no safety in mind for the poor wee heads in front.

And on trundles and bounces and jerks the old rickety jalopy. And I am feeling genuinely nauseous after only 5 minutes. Folks on the pavements look up and smile and wave – and I manage to raise the mearest of grimaces – B is jumping up and down with camera in hand – so i guess my queasiness will be captured for posterity.

And finally, after one hour, we have to get off the bus – and by now I am moving from memory as i hold on to the poles and seats in readiness for my sheer drop descent back to dry land! Phew! Thank the Lord that’s over with.

Right. Now. Which one shall we go on next?

Don’t get me wrong. It was nostalgic. It was fun (I think). It was very interesting and Weedy loved it – and that’s what matters. As for me? Well, I think I know now why they had to take them out of service.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.