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I work at Newcastle Airport...I wasn't on during the weekend airshow in Sunderland..but had to pop in on Sunday. Just in time to watch the Lancaster take off....utterly amazing

Hello All As some of you may know, I have a great love for Border Collie Sheepdogs...and have been lucky enough to be involved in filming a DVD about their roots here in Northumberland UK You may also be aware of the B-17G which crashed in December 1944 on a Hillside called 'The Cheviot' http://www.303rdbg.com/photo-animals.html One of the two crew members, who were sadly killed in this crash, was Sgt Frank R. Turner. The survivors were rescued in appalling weather, by two Shepherds, and their Collie Dog 'Sheila' We were very pleased, when Mr Turners Son decided to fly over from his Home in the US, to be interviewed with Mr John Dagg (the Son of one of the Shepherds.) It was obviously a very emotional experience for all concerned, but Mr Rod Merrit and Mr John Dagg will hopefully remain friends, brought together by History, and Fate. What an Honour to have them here on this special day.

There were only two men who ever entered parliament with a good idea one was Cromwell the other was guy Fawkes.

Possibly not the most popular person in English History...but when it came to Parliament...he knew how to kick ass! This his speech :- (could be equally read out in the 21st Century...to these pathetic peasants in Power!!!) Oliver Cromwell MP's speech on the dissolution of the Rump of the Long Parliament, given to the House of Commons, 20 April 1653. "It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonoured by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice; ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government; ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money. Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess? Ye have no more religion than my horse; gold is your God; which of you have not barter'd your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth? Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defil'd this sacred place, and turn'd the Lord's temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices? Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation; you were deputed here by the people to get grievances redress'd, are yourselves gone! So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors. In the name of God, go! That told 'em!!!!!!

This Helicopter pilot should be commended for his ability to improvise...marvelous flying...awesome story!! http://aviationhumor.net/helicopter-rescues-doe-and-fawn-on-thin-ice/

Haunting...and slightly Macabre...but fascinating

Wings and RB3D god, how I loved them!!!!!

Al Queda must be rubbing their fucking hands together. The British and American Troops, who havent been born yet...but will die by these weapons, will be cock-a-hoop as well I bet! Amazing what a brown envelope passed under a Table will achieve for the over-bloated Arms Industry

I think you're all horrible! Leave poor little Mohammed alone!

I think there was talk about having their OWN forum on the OBD site? (or did I dream that?)

I wonder if it's an 'age thing'.... but games were just more fun in the old days

Don't think it's WOFF (or lack thereof) that's been the Problem. For me, the problem was moving the main forum to that 'Other Site'

This really creeps me out! Photo taken in 1945...these Women were all brutal SS Deathcamp Guards. Talk about the 'Faces of Evil' Look at the incriminating expression...even knowing their fate awaits....they look as though their only concern, is to blame the one next to themselves (would make a very uncomfortable 'Caption Contest')

Watch the video http://www.mediaite.com/tv/ho-lee-fuk-someone-pranked-san-francisco-tv-station-into-reporting-fabricated-names-of-asiana-pilots/

I do somewhere Olham..and some medieval knights too...I'll try and dig them out for you :)

Nice one Shiloh. I think it's great that guys like you keep History alive. Living just a few miles from Hadrians Wall here in the UK...I look forward every summer to the Roman Re-enactments we get here. It really does bring History Alive!

Have to agree with Exhausted. The military don't make a great democracy...they defend it. Often, the real heroes are the unseen ones...the Farmers, the Builders, The Engineers, the Pioneers...the unsung heroes of the world...they don't sport medals... or stripes... they just make for a great country

Happy fourth of July to all those celebrating today your nation has come a long way since 1776. And done much good and caused the least harm all the way during that journey. From Washington to Obama From Gettysburg to Baghdad.You have created a nation that is a super power. One that is both democratic and benign it is a lot to be proud of. From the shot that was heard around the world to a man on the moon it has been a wonderful journey. Happy independence day y'all...from your Cousin's over the Pond :)

Fabulous!!!!!! I hate Journo's...so this has made my feckin' day!

There was a 'Blood trail' So, he probably survived anyway..... Nowadays of course, they would just 'snipe' him back

Yup...We've all been there. I wiped out my sons Fishbowl contents

Feel so sorry for you Yanks...it must be AWFUL! :) http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=3a8_1362925707

My favourite :)

THIS IS AN ACTUAL CUSTOMER REVIEW FROM A MAN ON AMAZON.CO.UK AFTER USING VEET HAIR REMOVAL CREAM FOR MEN. I ACTUALLY HAD TEARS ROLLING DOWN MY FACE WHILE READING IT!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOO FUNNY!!!: After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat. I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toe the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before. Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout fired against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn’t improve my status…so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect ~ Cerys