Last night I watched the maddest programme. It had the potential of being boring, but then so did the whole TV schedule last night. I ended up watch The Real Magnificent Men and their Flying Machines. A silly little programme patched together about a few guys flying micro lights and the madness of the round Britain rally they hold every year.
I didn’t care for the so called adventure of it all, but I was transfixed by the nature of the things they were flying in, or on as the case maybe. Someone referred to them as deck chairs with a lawnmower engine strapped on, and that’s about it. Some looked a bit like proper planes, but most were hang gliders with some sort of engine. Utterly mad, and actually looked like it could be good fun.
Shame they actually travel so slowly – like slower than a car in general. It would be a great option for getting to mates if you lived near an airstrip, ah but then they’d need to as well. OK, crap idea.
Off to Leeds at the weekend to meet some friends to go to a music bar they’re always on about and then on to Agra’s for a good curry I hope. I’ve just been onto City Visitor to book a haircut on Saturday morning, just looked for hairdressers in Leeds and ’twas all there. Easy! There’s two reasons. One is that it gets us to town, rather than just going to the lovely pub in Headingley where they want to go every day if they could. And it’s booked for half ten so I’ll have to get up rather than just lying in bed moaning like a student.
Ah yes – and the fact that I need a haircut.