Turbo-Props And Trubulence.

04/28/2005

MESSAGE FROM THE OLD HOUSE. A CANCELLATION MEANS THAT THE OLD HOUSE IS NOW AVAILABLE FOR WEEKS COMMENCING 30TH JULY AND 6TH AUGUST.

Home again! We arrive at the Tower of Glen Trollaigh this Thursday evening, in a great gale from the south, accompanied by heavy showers. Our trip home made more bizarre by flying in a plane with propellers from Exeter to Glasgow, I thought that everything had jet engines in this day and age. Another “first” being that our flight was met by Police, Ambulance and Para-medics, I had not noticed above the roar of the turbo-props and the bucketing turbulence that some unfortunate had collapsed at the rear of the plane. I must say that I am increasingly of the opinion that there should be some form of intelligence and/or fitness test before the public are allowed into airport terminals. I was amazed at the appalling standards of manners, dress and sobriety displayed when we flew out of Glasgow last Sunday. A simple Terminal Admittance Test or TAT could be devised, apart from assessing the sobriety of the candidate, there should be proficiency in the Queen’s English and instant removal for anyone running, breaking wind, eating “fast food” or wearing incorrectly orientated head gear. All ladies of any age over size ten should have to wear skirts and their oxters, body piercing and tattoos must be covered. I would prefer that no child under ten be allowed to fly and that passengers who weigh more than three times the weight of their baggage allowance should be stopped from boarding any flight. The Great Bed of Trollaigh is a welcome sight tonight, for although we have only been away for a few days, we definitely have a faux jet lag, and I made the mistake of looking at a nasty pile of post waiting on my desk. So a deep and restful sleep tonight and tally-ho tomorrow! Yours aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.