I lived next to Heather Locklear's sister in the North Suites at UCLA in 1983. One day Heather came to visit her sister - although many girls at school were gorgeous, when Heather came around, all of the dudes started going nuts because she was that fine. She knocked on her sister's door, but she wasn't there, so she knocked on my door. When I opened up, she asked me if I had seen her sister around. When I said I hadn't seen her, she gave me the most incredible smile I have ever experienced. It was one of the highlights of my existence.
The 747 bars were so cool back then in the late 70s and early 80s, you would start a discussion and the next thing you knew, you had just crossed the Atlantic. lol
I was once part of the impromptu welcoming committee on the airside tarmac when Gorbachev and Raïsa came to town... and I once had a brief but one-sided conversation with Freddie Heineken on the street where I lived, the Heineken HQ was just around the corner.
I once encountered and exchanged a mutual nod with Prime Minister Wim Kok of the Dutch Labour party, whose HQ was around the other corner.
I later discovered on the internet that the apartment I was living in had been home to a jewish family who were carted off to a transit camp by the German occupiers. Freaky, eh?
It's worse now, the cabin air is pumped around the engines for heat and can pick up toxic gases. Several pilots have blown the whistle on this, including that guy Willem who used to guest on RBN with Richard Kary. I don't know if they still do that, but they probably do.
My mother was a stewardess for Air Canada so I flew from a young age and never was able to get used to it. Back in 2000 was the last time that I flew and when coming back from France to Québec I had the best experience of my life because drinks were free. What a simple remedy. Just have few drinks before you fly. LOL
When I was about 18, my mate scored some last minute bargain tickets for a package deal to Mallorca. I scored a bottle of Glenfiddich from the tax free and the plane was delayed a couple of hours with us loaded in it, so we got stuck into the Scotch, together with a couple of middle aged broads who were seated beside us.
I must have blacked out cuz, next thing I knew, we were going through passports in Spain... my mate managed to keep his head and he filled me in on what had occurred en route, lol. Apparently me and one of the broads had been getting it on, and I think she must have been in the same state that I was because they had to separate us and put her in another seat.
It was probably the best holiday I have ever had, the hotel was a blinder in it's own secluded little cove and most of the guests were 'better quality' French and Germans compared to the British rabble that swamp the other hotels down there. Great times!
I was going to Cannes so I had to take a cab from Paris to Orly airport, fly to Nice and then take another cab to Cannes. We were flying in an old DC 8 and when you fly from Orly to Nice the turbulence is astonishing because you are flying over mountains. I've been on so many flights in my life but I've never seen airplane wings flex that much. LOL
When I came back I had a few drinks before boarding and enjoyed the experience. I then noticed that many people in the cabin were scared.
This was our hotel in Portals Nous, Mallorca. The hotel has since been replaced with a five star luxury hotel which is testament to the beauty of that spot. I think we only paid about £50 each, full board, including flights, lol.
There was some rich arab kid who used to come and sit with us, he would crack our beers open with his teeth. His dad had a massive villa up on the cliffs overlooking the cove.
https://youtu.be/aPgQhNp1yio
I remember the DC 8, they were a bit crummy looking weren't they, and very noisy, chucking out a trail of black smoke on take off. My school was close to Heathrow and we used to prefer aircraft spotting rather than listen to the teacher.
Most of my early flying occurred before the introduction of jets in 1959, so it was mainly on DC-3s, 6s and 7s. Flying over the Alps in a DC-6 at 20 thousand feet was one helluva bumpy ride! I'll never forget the smell coming from all those used barf bags!
Yeah Zap, I'm an ancient Boomer, though as long as I don't look into a mirror, I feel about 35 lol.
My father worked for Aramco so I lived in Arabia part time in the 50s and we traveled back and forth and around Europe and the Middle East mostly by air. All of the aircraft had propellers and all had piston engines, except for the Vickers Viscount, which was a prop-jet. The engines were incredibly loud, especially during takeoff and the passengers were given cotton for ear plugs and Chicklets for ear-pop prevention.
Those days were truly the Golden Age of flying. The planes were smaller and slower but luxurious compared to today, with roomy comfortable seating and multi course hot meals served on china plates with real silverware.
My most memorable flight was landing in Beruit during the Suez Crisis of 1956 when our DC-6B was accompanied by jeeps with 50 caliber machine guns to protect us from the Israelis.
I'd love to shoot the shit with you but I'd rather do it in person. My daughter is a stewardess for Southwest so I can fly anywhere they go for free. What's your closest airport? Lol
The temperature averaged 110F / 44C for the fortnight that we were there, which was hot even for Spain. My hair turned blonde from the sun and sea water.
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Adam posted this in another thread. Too funny.
I lived next to Heather Locklear's sister in the North Suites at UCLA in 1983. One day Heather came to visit her sister - although many girls at school were gorgeous, when Heather came around, all of the dudes started going nuts because she was that fine. She knocked on her sister's door, but she wasn't there, so she knocked on my door. When I opened up, she asked me if I had seen her sister around. When I said I hadn't seen her, she gave me the most incredible smile I have ever experienced. It was one of the highlights of my existence.
She was gorgeous when she was younger.
Now she’s another divorced celebrity.
LOL
No fetch this week?
I will post it tomorrow. I was busy during the weekend.
I'll post the Friday Rense too.
Ok thanks. Lol to the sketch. They admit the truth disguised as "comedy".
@ Anon, I once shook Lee Majors' hand in a Boeing 747 bar. Does that count? LOL
Yes - so long as it was bionic
It sure was, he crushed it. lol
The 747 bars were so cool back then in the late 70s and early 80s, you would start a discussion and the next thing you knew, you had just crossed the Atlantic. lol
P.S. And people were allowed to smoke ROFL.
I was once part of the impromptu welcoming committee on the airside tarmac when Gorbachev and Raïsa came to town... and I once had a brief but one-sided conversation with Freddie Heineken on the street where I lived, the Heineken HQ was just around the corner.
I once encountered and exchanged a mutual nod with Prime Minister Wim Kok of the Dutch Labour party, whose HQ was around the other corner.
I later discovered on the internet that the apartment I was living in had been home to a jewish family who were carted off to a transit camp by the German occupiers. Freaky, eh?
Just that name: "Wim Kok" doubles your points. lol
He was neither a porn star nor a Chinaman, that was just his name, lol.
I'm old enough to admit to smoking on planes.
ROFL
The filters that they were using on airplanes were useless. Everyone was breathing in the same recycled air.
It's worse now, the cabin air is pumped around the engines for heat and can pick up toxic gases. Several pilots have blown the whistle on this, including that guy Willem who used to guest on RBN with Richard Kary. I don't know if they still do that, but they probably do.
I haven't flown for years, I hate it.
My mother was a stewardess for Air Canada so I flew from a young age and never was able to get used to it. Back in 2000 was the last time that I flew and when coming back from France to Québec I had the best experience of my life because drinks were free. What a simple remedy. Just have few drinks before you fly. LOL
They don't call it liquid courage for nothing. lol
When I was about 18, my mate scored some last minute bargain tickets for a package deal to Mallorca. I scored a bottle of Glenfiddich from the tax free and the plane was delayed a couple of hours with us loaded in it, so we got stuck into the Scotch, together with a couple of middle aged broads who were seated beside us.
I must have blacked out cuz, next thing I knew, we were going through passports in Spain... my mate managed to keep his head and he filled me in on what had occurred en route, lol. Apparently me and one of the broads had been getting it on, and I think she must have been in the same state that I was because they had to separate us and put her in another seat.
It was probably the best holiday I have ever had, the hotel was a blinder in it's own secluded little cove and most of the guests were 'better quality' French and Germans compared to the British rabble that swamp the other hotels down there. Great times!
That must have been fun in Spain.
I was going to Cannes so I had to take a cab from Paris to Orly airport, fly to Nice and then take another cab to Cannes. We were flying in an old DC 8 and when you fly from Orly to Nice the turbulence is astonishing because you are flying over mountains. I've been on so many flights in my life but I've never seen airplane wings flex that much. LOL
When I came back I had a few drinks before boarding and enjoyed the experience. I then noticed that many people in the cabin were scared.
P.S. I was looking at that wing and thinking that it might snap. LOL
This was our hotel in Portals Nous, Mallorca. The hotel has since been replaced with a five star luxury hotel which is testament to the beauty of that spot. I think we only paid about £50 each, full board, including flights, lol.
There was some rich arab kid who used to come and sit with us, he would crack our beers open with his teeth. His dad had a massive villa up on the cliffs overlooking the cove.
https://youtu.be/aPgQhNp1yio
I remember the DC 8, they were a bit crummy looking weren't they, and very noisy, chucking out a trail of black smoke on take off. My school was close to Heathrow and we used to prefer aircraft spotting rather than listen to the teacher.
It is 5:30 pm over here and it is -19 Celsius. I don't want to know how cold it's going to get during the night. I want to be in Portals Nous. lol
Most of my early flying occurred before the introduction of jets in 1959, so it was mainly on DC-3s, 6s and 7s. Flying over the Alps in a DC-6 at 20 thousand feet was one helluva bumpy ride! I'll never forget the smell coming from all those used barf bags!
That was me!
Dude you're ancient! LOL
The stories that you could relay to us would be precious.
So most of all the planes that you were in had piston engines?
So what were the worst and best experiences that you had during those flights or were they all somewhat mundane?
Yeah Zap, I'm an ancient Boomer, though as long as I don't look into a mirror, I feel about 35 lol.
My father worked for Aramco so I lived in Arabia part time in the 50s and we traveled back and forth and around Europe and the Middle East mostly by air. All of the aircraft had propellers and all had piston engines, except for the Vickers Viscount, which was a prop-jet. The engines were incredibly loud, especially during takeoff and the passengers were given cotton for ear plugs and Chicklets for ear-pop prevention.
Those days were truly the Golden Age of flying. The planes were smaller and slower but luxurious compared to today, with roomy comfortable seating and multi course hot meals served on china plates with real silverware.
My most memorable flight was landing in Beruit during the Suez Crisis of 1956 when our DC-6B was accompanied by jeeps with 50 caliber machine guns to protect us from the Israelis.
I'd love to shoot the shit with you but I'd rather do it in person. My daughter is a stewardess for Southwest so I can fly anywhere they go for free. What's your closest airport? Lol
The temperature averaged 110F / 44C for the fortnight that we were there, which was hot even for Spain. My hair turned blonde from the sun and sea water.
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