Microlighters

Gr8-dad mentioned to me the other day that we are beginning to make a name for ourselves.

There are insinuations of excessive consumption of alcohol, a bad habit of flying to, but not back, from fly ins, allegations that telephone calls are made to a certain Eend during such times of revelry.

There is also the rumours that all visitors to our area gets consumed by our rambunctious behaviour and utterances such as "my mouth tastes like the bottom of a parrot's cage" and "I think i am alive" followed by the need to consume vast quantities of water and the odd Neurofen the next morning apparently have been observed.

It behoves me to defend the honour of the Morph and the Granddad. I categorically deny all of the above, I do not have shares in SAB nor promote the responsible use of post-boozeup painkillers. These utterances are a blatant lie, intended to defame our good name.

I invite all those accusers to come forward and present their case, as long as it's Castle Lager.

phoning the "eend" out of free will there must have been alcohol involved

I now look on with renewed respect at the Morph . Jirre and here i am thinking "does this man only fly". :D :D :D

Yours in Walking
CHAZ

Morph wrote:I invite all those accusers to come forward and present their case

Affidavit

I hereby come forward, make my true oath and state that;

1. The man known as Lord Morph Da Boss is well known to me.
2. It is not possible for him to tell the truth as the truth is nowhere to be found in him.
3. His utterances of what happens after dark are not believable in that after a couple of Junkman’s tots, he assumes what can only be described as a foetal position under the table.
4. He is no lightweight. Carrying him out from under the table, putting him in the car and then carting him to bed are an onerous set of exercises.
5. His wife insists that he drinks with his mates because she can’t perform this routine on her own - hence he has been known to sleep -

• In the car
• In the lounge on the floor
• In the bathroom – got there somehow but couldn’t get back [nor remember the way back]
• Under the table at the pub [mates had to leave early]

Sentencing is therefore requested to be set at maximum me lord …..

The accusers now rest their case ….

Well said M'Lord

Now where's my case

Aerosan wrote:phoning the "eend" out of free will there must have been alcohol involved

Please let us know - What is it with you and the duck?

Thunderboy wrote:Please let us know - What is it with you and the duck?

Nothing!.....kill or be killed!!

Duck Rogers wrote: Nothing!.....kill or be killed!!

Duck, what duck, don't know any duck

Duck Rogers wrote:Nothing!.....kill or be killed!!

Not a Duck more like........Chicken....

Morph:

Gr8-dad mentioned to me the other day that we are beginning to make a name for ourselves

not a name, more like a reputation.......hopefully a good one though.

Guilty as charged!
30 lashes each with a 503 pullstart cord

De Jonge Johan wrote:The accusers now rest their case ….

...and maybe Duck will get some rest too....after 10pm at night

Well, Morph, and trusted sidekick ( I gather) "Baba Gans" aka "Duck".

I know you not, have met you not, I am but a novice, humbled by your mighty forum.

Only one bit of advice. When you partake of the holy fluid named "castle", and fly as a pax!, always, and I mean always, throw to the left, never right. An exhaust is much easier to clean than two air filters. Believe me, I am trying to clean two at the moment. Not Nice.

Tower.

P.S. I am prepared to ditch the helmet.

P.S.S. Never take a mate on a flight after his Bachelors, even if it is out of guilt for not being able to partake in person in the revelry of the night before.

Thunderboy, its like this...at first sight I thought the duck was a "crackle" just porking along then I saw that he was more of a "roast" just basting in his own glory then we picked Daisies together and now I know that he`s just plain "chicken"

Susanna can be glad her name's not Daisy, else her flower would have been picked!