Occasional reader Mark sends along a tipper for the man who has everything – the Innespace “Seabreacher“.
Of course for my money, Jason has the better notion.
It flies, it floats, it folds its wings for storage and towing. Now, if only it’d make me a sammich.
While we’re on the topic of dreamin’, my thanks to those who chipped in at the end of the year in ways large and small. You added a bit o’ cheer to our existence, for which we’re very thankful, so we are.
Also: It comes time for the readership to cast their island votes. I’ve attracted the attention of one Phil or (variously) Ben Lopo (same IP address). Very keen to join our community. Who has said:
(in re: Navy Cross) That’s pretty funny coming from an attack pilot. Isn’t your modus operandi fly in low to avoid sams, drop bombs and then run the fuck away before anyone shoots at you.
Ah such courage.
(and) Oh, off-topic Lex, did you see Bristol Palin had her baby and named it Tripp. Considering the grandmother is up on drugs charges that’s some funny shit to name your child.
(in re: Here We Go Again) Ah I always love stories about brave jet pilots dropping bombs on people from thousands of feet in the air. Such courage
This is the sort of thing that comes across the transom routinely, and which your host – in the interest of comity – routinely disregards.
But what say you? Shall we invite into our conversation one that simultaneously believes that attack pilots drop bombs “from thousands of feet in the air” and that they “come in low to avoid sams (sic)”? An anonymity that casts aspersions on other people’s “courage” without defining his terms? Who doesn’t understand the use of the question mark? Who visits the sins of the grandparent upon the bairn?
Shall we let him on the island?