|Merry Christmas to all my readers|
I even have a flying marriage proposal lined-up near Gatwick for Xmas Eve, with special approval from ATC to get close-in to the airport to do it. That said, my romantic client will require a special favour from Father Christmas and quite likely God as well, if the weather is going to be anywhere near my own operational safety limits.
Having the national papers pick-up my earlier U-boat photos yesterday came as an early Xmas present, as I really hadn't expected them to like the photos so much. It also goes to show that an investment in a very expensive F2.8 200mm lens was worth the risk, as it delivers the image quality I need under awkward conditions from a moving aerial platform. I have learned from my friends who work for The Sun and the Daily Mail that the latest generation of mid-range cameras are fine if photography is a hobby but commercial photography requires deep pockets for the kit.
Over on Thanet's other two most popular blogs, I see that both ECR and Michael Child are now so sick of dealing with the familiar collection of unmedicated, anonymous, delusional obsessives and attention-seeking trolls, that they have been forced along the route of comment moderation. I never thought I would see the day.
I'm very happy to engage in the occasionally heated political debate elsewhere on the local blogs but more recently, this has become quite impossible. Why, you might ask, would any local politician in his right mind, wish to put himself on offer, given the lonely individuals who appear to spend much of their lives cruising the comments section; tapping-out their bizarre remarks on a sticky iPad with a toothbrush, all wrapped neatly in a straight-jacket and from the comfort of a warmly-padded room.
I can just imagine the standards complaints that will now flood into Thanet District Council and I will subsequently forced to join Brighton's city councillors on a BBC-sponsored, diversity course, which mixes self-criticism, political correctness and endless repeats of Strictly Come Dancing.
Back in Thanet,"I have seen the future and it is very much like the present, only longer." to quote a chap named Kehlog Albran. I can predict that most people will have their bins emptied over Xmas but some will not. That Clive Hart will cling-on to Labour's control of the Council like many socialist dictators before him; until of course the small group of assorted anarchists and militant Leninists, who gather to toast marshmallows and sing old CND songs over in Broadstairs's Red Hall, decide that the time has come for revolution and march on Cecil Square; again....
Until then, I had better get on with the last of my Christmas shopping like everyone else.