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entry 51 - 21st January 02
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buying my plane Today went better than could be hoped for. I got a train to Brighton and made it without having to buy a ticket. Then, when I got to the Radio Control shop, I noticed there was an F4U Corsair, the very same plane I'd intended to buy for full price. (It came in a complete package, radio and everything, for £190 quid).
First I had to endure a lecture on flying safety. Then he wanted to know where I was going to actually fly the thing. Then he went off on a tangent and started telling me how skill he was at flying every single radio controlled plane on the planet, and how many trophies he'd won, and on and on and on. Under normal circumstances I would have asked him to shut the fuck up and just take my money, but I knew it was a possibility that after killing Tim-tom the police might backtrack my story to this exact point, and question the bloke. So I played it sort of dumb but enthusiastic, agreeing with him on every point, apart from the one where he tried to get me to buy an 'easier' plane (due to the fact that the Corsair was for intermediate to advanced flyers). Nevertheless, I eventually purchased the aeroplane, made it back to Hastings on the train with no ticket again, and walked back to my flat, which is where I am now... reading all the 'how to fly' bumph which came in the Corsair box. And it doesn't look particularly difficult, actually:
Easy peasy
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then there was the obese and obnoxious shop assistant to deal with.
Place your plan on the ground, facing the oncoming wind
Take off and fly above the trees and roof tops
Aim plane at Tim-Tom's head
Skillfully navigate plane through bystanders
Fly into Tim-Tom's face, killing him
