The Airbus Rodeo all packed for another trip up the coast and awaiting clearance on the Collier St Runway. Flight path-follow the Pacific Highway Cabin crew was yours truly as pilot and chief engineer, Ann has Chief Stewardess and The Duck as Rear Tail Gunner. On board cargo was 2 longboards, 2 shortboards, a wet towel and a change of underpants. Rear cargo bay was filled to the gunnels with otherwise girls stuff. Pre flight brief was to get in, engage seatbealts and hang on. Roles were discussed-Ann to disperse cold water, Allens Snakes and soggy Subway Cookies. For The Duck, simply dont speak. Cabin communication to be kept to the minimum whilst the pilot sang loud. Are we there yets? were banned as were unscheduled toilet stops The unachievable was in fact achieved. The Pilot managed a pitch perfect rendition of the Rolling Stones 3 chord musical opus, Respectable and busted some Jaggeresque moves was remaining buckled up and seated. The Duck fired off a vicious bard or 2 about my lack of tone and my inability to shake a booty. At that point, The Pilot advised The rear tail gunner to get to Byron on her own steam. Weird-I thought I nailed it 100%-if only I had my fake moose lips.... Chilling at Byron with that Cold Chisel song in my mind Sitting on the beach playing pocket pool, drinking Greek wine with a 3 legged goat or something like that Onwards and upwards, greetings from Byron
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 05:34:44 +0000