entry 47 - 15th January 02
a radio controlled plane
Geordie and Tony drove to Brighton today to buy a kite. I tagged along. The shop we were visiting turned out to also be a radio controlled boat, car and aircraft shop. Synchronicity or what?
All the staff in the shop - all of them - were unnaturally obese. It was weird.
"Can I help? Or are you with these guys?" asked
a fat shop assistant.
"No, I want a propellor one. A fast one, with a powerful engine."
"Let's save us both some time here," he snapped. "What's your exact budget for this?"
"It's whatever it says on his next giro, pet," laughed Geordie.
The oversized shop assistant tutted, grasped a fairly thick brochure from underneath the counter, handed it to me, and said: "Everything in this we've either got in stock or can get within two days. Prices are just for the planes and don't include the radios, so expect to add about another hundred pounds."
I had been 'dismissed'.
I've just read the radio control plane brochure properly... or rather looked at the pictures, the measurements and the prices. The main thing that struck me was that most of them are too small and spindly to exhibit Tim-tom killing capabilities: I might be able to take an eye out or something, but that'd be about it. However, there were a few notable exceptions...
The Citabria 40 - £139.99
The F4U Corsair - £139.99
Spitfire - £89.99