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entry 59 - 28th February 02
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the huey I'm now the proud owner of a Vietnam Huey radio controlled helicopter. Walking into the radio control shop knowing I could buy pretty much anything inside gave me quite a nice feeling, but I still had to deal with Mr Obnoxious, the shop assistant. "Smashed up the Corsair did you?" he laughed as soon as I walked in. "For your information the reason I'm here is that the Corsair was too easy to fly and I want a bit more of a challenge," I said. "I find that hard to believe," said Mr Obnoxious. "Shoot yer fat gob an' sell the lad a fook'n heli-coopter," instructed Geordie. "You want a helicopter?" he said.
"I want THAT helicopter," I said, pointing at the Huey hanging from the ceiling. (It wasn't in Vietnam colours - it was a shitty blue - but that could be remedied easily enough). "You do realise the full spec on that model is twelve hundred pounds?" "Bag it oop, man," said Geordie. He did, I paid, we left. Sorted. Later, at Geordie's, it was time to paint the Huey
in Vietnam colours. Then his ten year spell working lighthouses: "Not that y'had ta actually do anythin', pet. You just watched the fook'n television, read yer boooks, an' listened ta the wind an' the wairves. A canny life, a canny life." He told me how he'd got heavily into genetics during these lighthouse years, and that he was working at the moment on genetically modifying some Koy Carp: "Wah have me laboratory on the second floor, pet. Wah have some serious equipment." What he was trying to do with the Koy Carp was
to change them from freshwater fish to seawater fish: the idea being that
he then breed them and sell them to councils all along the south coast,
who would use them to combat the ever increasing seaweed problem.
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