Here is a shiny as can be chopper parked with presence in the south lanes. Today was Dads third Birthday day which included shopping in Woodies, Coffeeing at Costa and watching the Shoreham Airshow at his friend Dicks. The best moment of the day was when a Vulcan Bomber flew over. This is no ordinary plane as the link will reveal. It was a monstrous apocalyptic blade that looked like it would cause the demise of us onlooking lunch makers at any moment. When doing its rounds and turning bends, there wasn't much to remark apart from the size and shape of it. However, when it flew over and upwards with full thrust and afterburners on, every boy and man for 100 miles slightly wee'd themselves. It was the best engine sound I have ever heard in my life and that is saying something.
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