London Courier Work

Sorry to burst your bubble, but he wouldn't have got much from an
airship. Yes, they were made from aluminium (or duralumin), but they
didn't contain much. IIRC the all-up airframe weight of the Hindenburg
(biggest airship ever) was under 150 tonnes.

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Blimey. About 130 tonnes, including engines. 242 tonnes of lift from
the hydrogen, payload including fuel about 130 tonnes, so structure
weight about 130 tonnes. Including engines.

 

TOG@toil wrote

Sorry to burst yours but most of the wreckage ended up in a local plodde
shoppe, what he sold wasn't liberated from there. Oh no, it came form
some other source entirely.

 

Yebbut, Steve's "salvage" was in inverted commas. Note the "any old
scraps", also. In a similar vein, the company that owns the Queen Mary in
Long Beach has [over the last 30 odd years] sold countless thousands of tons
of "genuine" souvenirs supposedly made from the ship's hallowed fabric,
which are in reality bits of old tat knocked out in the third world's
sweatshops.

It seems that "genuine" is an adjective which is open to very ... er ...
f-l-e-x-i-b-l-e interpretation over there, as well ...

 

Champ proposed

Sounds like a viable argument to me, or have you just lowered you
standards. ;-)

 

Raised them, actually.

 

Ah, well, fairy nuff then.

I thought you were saying he'd flogged a wrecked airship, which would
have been a neat trick.

 

The Older Gentleman wrote

Bits of it got away, it was followed by a crowd of thousands as it came
down. Essex Boy Traders with an eye for a quick bob and Rubber Neckers
of all social classes converged from all directions, every lane in the
area solid with horse and cart was the tale I was told.

 

Them Hovis lorries should be banned.

 

I know, I was there. At least they have proper winters.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

If you're very lucky you'll earn enough to rent a clapped-out leaky
rowing boat on a canal in the company of a slapper.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember steve auvache

McAlpine - Doing What Hitler Couldn't.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

Give Graham at Connection Couriers a call; we've heard lots of good
things about him.

 

Véritable Rosbif wrote

You forget; TOG is a stinking journo, steal first read after is his
creed.

Really? I wonder if the merkins have a programme equivalent to
Watchdog?

 

http://www.blogspy.com/contend/pietapage.html

Own a piece of the True Cross!

 

Oh gods, I knew I shouldn't have looked ... but the Devil made me do it:

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=13770&item=6167528437&rd=1

 

What was the name of that saint with six heads? Anne?

She must have had six, cos they're all in cathedrals around Europe,
and all verified by the Vatican.

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I'm not surprised: "Up past the Tower, wade through the Fleet, past the
plague pits and right at the fire damaged bakers" doesn't cut it in
today's london.

 

I was in the cab of a train leaving Glasgow passing fields of heather
when the driver commented, mournfully, "I remember when this was all
steel works".

 

*Nice*

 

In uk.rec.motorcycles, sweller amazed us all with this pearl of wisdom:

Heh.