These are some of my memories this little badge evokes
My eyes bulging out of their sockets because Jimmy Lockhart used to light a cigarette then rest his foot on the baggage trolley waiting for the plane to come in and all the family jewels used to hang out the bottom of the trousers.
The thick cigar, cigarette and pipe smoke on the last plane out of Katherine (red eye) before Christmas.
The smell of grog and spew on peoples breath.
New closed in shoes for the trip – patent leather of course hurting like hell.
The feeling in your gut when you hit an air pocket.
Mum hanging on to the seat with Tarzans grip the whole way, even though she had vallium and grog before she got on. The possessed look in her eye from fear.
The smell of aviation fuel in the heat. Which I liked.
New clothes to fly south with that were so tight and uncomfortable on the way home.
The drunken men pinching the hostesses bum.
The wavy mirage of looking out along the airstrip in the heat.
Richard Morris calling out “Great Scott” when dad come out of the plane.
The story of how I got my arm caught up to the elbow in the hole where the ashtray used to be, when I was three, and it took them over an hour to release it in flight, with me streaming the whole time.
When we finally stopped using Fockers and went on the 727s.
This badge is made out of pure 100% plastic, which was a relatively new material back then.
ALWAYS TAA – THE FRIENDLY WAY! Kudjina
My eyes bulging out of their sockets because Jimmy Lockhart used to light a cigarette then rest his foot on the baggage trolley waiting for the plane to come in and all the family jewels used to hang out the bottom of the trousers.
The thick cigar, cigarette and pipe smoke on the last plane out of Katherine (red eye) before Christmas.
The smell of grog and spew on peoples breath.
New closed in shoes for the trip – patent leather of course hurting like hell.
The feeling in your gut when you hit an air pocket.
Mum hanging on to the seat with Tarzans grip the whole way, even though she had vallium and grog before she got on. The possessed look in her eye from fear.
The smell of aviation fuel in the heat. Which I liked.
New clothes to fly south with that were so tight and uncomfortable on the way home.
The drunken men pinching the hostesses bum.
The wavy mirage of looking out along the airstrip in the heat.
Richard Morris calling out “Great Scott” when dad come out of the plane.
The story of how I got my arm caught up to the elbow in the hole where the ashtray used to be, when I was three, and it took them over an hour to release it in flight, with me streaming the whole time.
When we finally stopped using Fockers and went on the 727s.
This badge is made out of pure 100% plastic, which was a relatively new material back then.
ALWAYS TAA – THE FRIENDLY WAY! Kudjina
1 comment:
Just magic thoughts. I purchased some Ansett in flight blankets the other day from the Salvos for winter for the dogs and might just send you one....come fly with me, come fly, come fly away.
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