Pointless rant corner

Despite it being almost a year since this Blog was updated and about five months since the last article was written I can assure you I do still have a pulse (just about), however non-exciting DIY tasks and big work projects are keeping my time fully occupied at present so this website has been keeping it's bottom warm on the back-burner for a while.

Trouble is, I've been under pressure to give the wife what she wants in the bedroom which, disappointingly, means an in-built walk-in wardrobe, new ceiling, lighting, furniture, floor, wall mounted LCD TV and paint job rather than anything more scintillating. As for work, a Blackberry rollout is going to keep me busy for the rest of July.

Despite a healthy level of activity on my Twitter account, sometimes 140 characters just isn't enough for a real sweary rant about something and as I have one or two things to get off my chest I might just lock myself in the toilet with my laptop and a few bottles of beer and get on with it one evening soon.

I lived in the suburb of Ernesford Grange in Coventry as a kid, about three miles from Coventry Airport (better known then as Baginton Airport).

Twenty one years ago today, my dad and I were watching the annual Warwickshire Air Pageant from our back garden. It was, like today, hot and sunny and our proximity to the airfield meant we had a good free view of all manner of wonderful aircraft flying over our house as they took off from Baginton and turned around to be back on the return flight path.

Previous years had seen the likes of the Red Arrows performing spectacular fly-bys, however they had pulled out of the 1988 pageant after Birmingham air traffic controllers said they 'could not perform in safety'*

Nevertheless, the 1988 show promised some highlights such as an RAF Falcons parachute display and US Air Force F1-11's which were the first American planes to take part in the Warwickshire Air Pageant.*


Me and my dad stood in the sunshine of the back garden and watched that Meteor streak across the blue sky from left to right with the sunshine bouncing off its frame. Then it turned towards us and lowered altitude. It didn't register with me at the time and, in fact, it wasn't until I heard my dad telling the crash investigators later, that when it was just a couple of hundred metres above ground level and just a couple of hundred metres away, it was silent. The roar of it's engines had stopped and it was losing altitude and heading directly for our housing estate....