Out of that dreadful environment of inherent deceit and first to the top of Exmoor for some mild re-habilitation from what G4S and its cronies metered out, all determined to destroy what there is left of my brain.
Off ‘into Africa’ again to see the world but by another one of Mr Taylor’s pre-war miracles, the wee 65 hp Taylorcraft. This sphisticated aircraft is brissling with highly sophistcated IMC intercontinental avionics and ‘kirkified’ instruments to finally get to South Africa. she has a completely diffent aerofoil shape to that of my WW2 D-Day landing Piper cubs to give me a dramatic break neck speed through the air reaching a cruise speed, fully loaded, at the dizzying figure of almost 83 mph!
Oweing to apparent ‘differences of opinion’ on my last flight ‘Into Africa’ with the South Sudan civil war locals, when confrontation with shoeless shirtless and hungry 12 to 13 year old kids each brandishing a Kalashinkov rifle, I may take the Atlas mountains scenic route this time and keeping one eye on the sea on my right that will bound to ensure my having a completely unaventful flight to Robin Island never getting lost to Cape Town?
FRENCH CARP POND and two houses for sale £180,000 and seasonal airstrip free but for the occassional bottle of Calva! ……… and my two Merry Monk especially chosen cabin crew flying with me down through Africa!
The ‘orrible stench eminating from the Welsh courts is easily summed up by an example in download below of a multiple Taffia agency’s usual deceit and intrigue.
This time was to then have me gaoled for two years for breaching a restraining order never served on me in the first place! This persistent easterly winds means even while living in the Exmoor National Park I detect the fowl odours drifting across the Bristol Channel.
And as Voltaire once wrote ‘When the State is wrong it is dangerous to be right’
Maurice, avez-vous jamais accompli un vol ordinaire? 23:43 on March 21, 2009