A flight to forget
Oh what a flight
Okuk's Last Flight
B707 Anecdotes
B707 Introduction
A Biblical Story
A Biblical Story 2
A Biblical Story 3
Forbidden Fruits
Joe's Jolly (Poem)
The Golfer
Suitably Restrained
PX Advertisment 1
PX Advertisment 2
PX Advertisment 3
PX Article 1
PX Article 2
PX Article 3
The Check Ride
First and Last Flt.
First Command
DC3 KOK - POM
The Holiday
Friends at Last
History of P2ANQ
Ferry Flight
Crayfish
FO Cassanova
Larry Blackman
Secret Revealed
Airbus A300
Cargo Capers
Doing it Differently
Side Slip
Larry Blackman
4th Floor Memo
International Arsonist
Office Works
Thru Eyes of a Hostie
Airline Anecdotes
OFFICEWORKS- REFLECTI0NS FROM BEHIND A TYPEWRITER
Posted by authoress Glenys Romano
When I read all the stories the pilots did tell
Thought we should hear from the office as well
So I’ll pause for a moment and turn back my mind
To those days long ago and see what I find
Well, if you wanted to flirt, 12.30 a cert
The crew room was always a humming
Check them out, see who’s there, have a laugh, have a stare
The funnies just never stopped coming
To us for all uniforms the laddies did come
But the trousers they were not a fitting
After a flight long into the night
The laddies had trouble a sitting
There was in Top Office one Irishman
With a penchant for bending the elbow
Firm but fair said the boys and they held him in awe
For on him for their jobs they depended
Put some fear in the lads he was heard oft to say
Roll the drum, out they come, all a nervous
After all said and done and they’d finished the run
The gargles soothed any disservice
In an old DC-3 stood a noble tea urn
Permanently fixed into position
Just filled from the top, no-one looked inside
Refreshing all was its mission
Many cockies in turn made their home in the urn
Boiling water killed those not so hasty
Come C. of A. they found with dismay
The cockies had turned rather pasty
So if for old times to that land you return
And when flying feel need of refreshment
If you can’t see inside the urn from the top
Just give it a careful assessment
There was one from Lae who when over would say
The jets when are they arriving
I’ll worry the gals and surely they’ll tell
But he got nowhere for his striving
A strange odour occurred on an aircraft one day
That held Engineering and crew in dismay
From whence it came - no-one quite knew
But all were unanimous it just smelt like …
It’s still there and it stinks the pilots were crying
We can’t find it said engineers but we are trying
This to-ing and fro-ing went on for some time
Whilst the stench in the cabin continued to climb
It would seem first time passengers were not aware
That the loo could be visited whilst in the air
And unable to wait until they got back
Placed the offending article in the overhead rack
A captain of note found himself a black cloak
And down Henao Drive went a prowling
Passers by it seems were disturbing his dreams
And sleep it was hard to be finding
Their noise and skylarking got all the dogs barking
Frighten them and they’ll not pass my door
So creeping and howling black cloak all enshrouding
He approached the small group in the dark
The disturbers of peace were in fact the Police
Quick flight took our captain to hiding
New dimensions to flight were discovered that night
And a lesson learnt that was abiding
A pilot went drinking at Gateway one night
His take-off next morning was early
Dead drunk on the lawn of the Gateway at dawn
Someone else was called out for the journey
The dreaded check ride was always a fuelling
Strife, pressure and stress with loved ones a duelling
Many stories yet are there for the telling
Too much space and time for me to be dwelling
As we think back on those times now long gone
How we wish we could go back again
And relive those days but it’s all passed by now
Only memories with fondness remaining
Always in our heart for us they’re a part
Of our life, but friendship’s enduring
In our eyes you still take to the skies
Looking forward to coming re-union
Before I sign off I would like to take a few moments to remember my boss of four years, Peter Evans - no longer with us through tragic circumstances. Peter was probably the best boss I ever had. I have never worked for anyone with such perfect grammar. He was so very efficient and highly organised. Always up to some mischief, a great sense of humour, but in many ways a perfect gentleman. We were always treated with the greatest of courtesy and it’s sad he won’t be with us on 1st November.
Posted by authoress Glenys Romano
When I read all the stories the pilots did tell
Thought we should hear from the office as well
So I’ll pause for a moment and turn back my mind
To those days long ago and see what I find
Well, if you wanted to flirt, 12.30 a cert
The crew room was always a humming
Check them out, see who’s there, have a laugh, have a stare
The funnies just never stopped coming
To us for all uniforms the laddies did come
But the trousers they were not a fitting
After a flight long into the night
The laddies had trouble a sitting
There was in Top Office one Irishman
With a penchant for bending the elbow
Firm but fair said the boys and they held him in awe
For on him for their jobs they depended
Put some fear in the lads he was heard oft to say
Roll the drum, out they come, all a nervous
After all said and done and they’d finished the run
The gargles soothed any disservice
In an old DC-3 stood a noble tea urn
Permanently fixed into position
Just filled from the top, no-one looked inside
Refreshing all was its mission
Many cockies in turn made their home in the urn
Boiling water killed those not so hasty
Come C. of A. they found with dismay
The cockies had turned rather pasty
So if for old times to that land you return
And when flying feel need of refreshment
If you can’t see inside the urn from the top
Just give it a careful assessment
There was one from Lae who when over would say
The jets when are they arriving
I’ll worry the gals and surely they’ll tell
But he got nowhere for his striving
A strange odour occurred on an aircraft one day
That held Engineering and crew in dismay
From whence it came - no-one quite knew
But all were unanimous it just smelt like …
It’s still there and it stinks the pilots were crying
We can’t find it said engineers but we are trying
This to-ing and fro-ing went on for some time
Whilst the stench in the cabin continued to climb
It would seem first time passengers were not aware
That the loo could be visited whilst in the air
And unable to wait until they got back
Placed the offending article in the overhead rack
A captain of note found himself a black cloak
And down Henao Drive went a prowling
Passers by it seems were disturbing his dreams
And sleep it was hard to be finding
Their noise and skylarking got all the dogs barking
Frighten them and they’ll not pass my door
So creeping and howling black cloak all enshrouding
He approached the small group in the dark
The disturbers of peace were in fact the Police
Quick flight took our captain to hiding
New dimensions to flight were discovered that night
And a lesson learnt that was abiding
A pilot went drinking at Gateway one night
His take-off next morning was early
Dead drunk on the lawn of the Gateway at dawn
Someone else was called out for the journey
The dreaded check ride was always a fuelling
Strife, pressure and stress with loved ones a duelling
Many stories yet are there for the telling
Too much space and time for me to be dwelling
As we think back on those times now long gone
How we wish we could go back again
And relive those days but it’s all passed by now
Only memories with fondness remaining
Always in our heart for us they’re a part
Of our life, but friendship’s enduring
In our eyes you still take to the skies
Looking forward to coming re-union
Before I sign off I would like to take a few moments to remember my boss of four years, Peter Evans - no longer with us through tragic circumstances. Peter was probably the best boss I ever had. I have never worked for anyone with such perfect grammar. He was so very efficient and highly organised. Always up to some mischief, a great sense of humour, but in many ways a perfect gentleman. We were always treated with the greatest of courtesy and it’s sad he won’t be with us on 1st November.
