Ah, Spring. When the Zeppelins Return to London.

There’s a field out in Jersey much better suited for it.

Slower banter?!

Yes. But that’s Jersey. It just won’t play with the jet set. It’s got to be something in Manhattan. Maybe erect a docking tower on USS Intrepid?

Not Biggles–Beagles! Good Grief! :smiley:

BTW-- I bought this, recently.

First Class history of the first time.

I used to have a small RC blimp in a loft apartment with a 20’ ceiling. It was really great fun at parties. I got rid of it when I moved to a place where the was no more maneuvering room – the Sudetenland. :wink:

Of course this ties in nicely with the SDMB’s own airship story. :smiley:

Yes one of lifes finer and gentler sports. Now the result is always a foregone conclusion, but the gentle clapping of the fans spontaneously applauding a particularly eager racing pair as they go by, is one of those quintessential sounds of a warm spring day.

They held the island up from sinking.

There is significant doubt about the Thermite-skin theory, as the Wikipedia article covers at some length.

Ra-ther!

You mean … “Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow” was fiction?

[sniff] The SDMB classics. [sniff, wipes away tear]

To be fair, old boy, what you quoted wasn’t Johns, it was Python (Monty). Far too silly.

Take a shufti at Squadron Leader Enfield here for the pukka gen:

Like a face-full of castor oil on a spring morning.

Nothing wrong with a spot of banter, old boy. Absolutely top-hole, don’t’cha know?

Officer: Now look here, Jenkins.
Jenkins: Yes sah!
Officer: What we need at this stage of the war is a useless gesture.
Jenkins: Yes sah!
Officer: So we want you to fly your old crate over to Berlin - and not come back!
Jenkins: Very good, sah.
Officer: Well goodbye, Jenkins.
Jenkins: Yes sah! Err … shall we say Au Revoir, sah?
Officer: Certainly not, Jenkins. Goodbye.

Um, not to burst your balloon or anything, it’s from a sketch, a spoof, a humorous vignette.

Good gad Sir! Plagiarism, however one spells it, in our squadron! Damn your eyes, Sir, I’ll have your guts for garters! Brickbats at half a mile! My Second shall call upon you in the morning.

Steady old man, there’s a good fellow, you’ll upset the lads.

Ripping, Old Top. Simply too smashing for words. I’ll wrap myself in the flag and think of England. Keep a round for yourself in case the buggers break through!

sigh

How ever did they win?

They talk that way to confuse and immobilize their prey.

Have you checked your physical security lately? :wink: