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Chuck Bentson, seeing Mike Riddell and Mike<br />
Fairman about to fly a K 7: 'I don't know which of<br />
them I'd rather not be!'<br />
One of the more experienced lady pilots was heard<br />
to say, 'It was so rough I was dropping both wings<br />
and didn't know which one to pick up!'<br />
Lawrence Wright: 'In my old age, I will always look<br />
back on the long sunny days I have spent at<br />
Dunstable in the cockpit of a sailplane waiting for<br />
a launch!'<br />
There were a number of traditional gliding songs<br />
composed over the years and these were sung with<br />
gusto to the accompaniment of the <strong>Club</strong> piano.<br />
Who ever hears a tune whistled or hummed these<br />
days?<br />
HYMN No. 119<br />
All skies bright and beautiful,<br />
All thermals great and small,<br />
All tasks set are impossible,<br />
John Jeffries makes them all.<br />
Each little twit that flies them,<br />
Each vario that sings,<br />
He made their tips all coloured,<br />
He made their flexing wings.<br />
The cold wind in the winter,<br />
The thermals in the spring,<br />
The ASI is twitching,<br />
Stuff down that bloody wing.<br />
All skies bright and beautiful,<br />
All thermals great and small,<br />
All tasks set are impossible,<br />
John Jeffries makes them all.<br />
THE LAD'S PRAYER<br />
Our glider which art in the <strong>Club</strong>'s workshop, ASW<br />
be thy name. Thy bill will come, thou willst be<br />
done on earth as it is in Sailplanes.<br />
Give us this day our daily task and forgive us our<br />
trespasses into airspace as we forgive those who<br />
trespass in ours.<br />
Lead us not into sink, but deliver us from cu-nims,<br />
for thine is the wingspan, the ballast and the glide<br />
angle, for ever and ever, landing out.<br />
THE SHOBDON SHAKE - By Peter Banting<br />
The rope tightens, the adrenalin flows,<br />
Wing tip runner knows how it goes,<br />
Rudders are kicked and ailerons flicked<br />
But weather cocking glider has us licked.<br />
Tug slew's left, I go right<br />
What am I doing here, its only first light?!<br />
A few days of this and make no mistake<br />
You soon develop the Shobdon Shake.<br />
John calls it a holiday but have no doubt<br />
It's breakfast at 6 a.m. and no opting out<br />
It's daft and its crazy, so don't be late<br />
It's Shobdon and JJ, it's bloody great.<br />
TAKE <strong>UP</strong> SLACK • 45
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