Mr Heli

Was most excited the other week to get a letter from the regimental commanding officer of the chaps in the TA building next door informing me that there would be a Royal Navy Sea King landing in the neighbouring car park (!) on the coming weekend as part of some routine training exercise. Iommi be praised, it must be Christmas again! A freebie air show from the comfort of my own back bedroom. Indeed, at the very least, what a bleedin' glorious racket to look forward to if nothing else...

Yes, there's nothing the big fellow likes better on a Saturday night than some big chopper (!) squeezing into his backyard (!!) to deposit its load of seamen (oh, matron, really !!!). Sadly, I was double booked last night, being out at the concert hall to listen to some old bastids hack up all the way through the RSNO playing Mahler's 4th (yes, I've fulminated over that kind of thing before) so I didn't get to see the initial landing... but I did catch the bleeder for posterity when it took off again at 11.00pm - timed brilliantly to coincide with the pundits talking their usual stock blandola p*sh on "Match of the Day" such that I didn't even miss any of the fitba highlights action - perfick! Shame the same can't be said about my shocking attempt a camera work...



Yes, I know, it's darker than the back of Ashy's neck (another one for the Hillhousians out there) but it was all kicking off at eleven o'clock at night, y'know. Funnily enough, at around the 0.12 mark, Lord Lucan belted across the car park out of the undergrowth heading towards the river riding Shergar but I couldn't quite film it properly in that bloody light either...

BTW, I was contemplating dubbing the music for one of my favourite old skool arcade / ST / Amstrad shooters over the vid but it would have been sacreligious - turn up thye volume and hear that wonderful roar. Marvellous... :-)