Shopping, Flying and Posh Nosh

Went shopping. Had snack.

Bought airplane. Went home. Flew airplane. Broke wing. Went out. Posh nosh. Mr Chu.

Or, in the long form. Went up town and, after a small repast at Marks and Sparks we bought a little remote controlled airplane for a bit of fun. Number one son and I went shares on it, and Dad came along for the first flight to commit everything to video. Which he duly did (although rather unfortunately he missed the bit where number one son tripped and rolled over a cowpat). The fact that he only needed to use seven minutes of tape is due to a combination of wind and the ground coming up and hitting our shiny new plane very hard indeed. The one piece wing is now two pieces. It was great fun, if rather short lived in our case. However, for a first attempt it went very well - right up to the last five seconds... The plane we bought has an ultrasonic thingy which lets you have dogfights. We are now after other owners so that we can set this up. If you are interested, let me know. If you want to fight me, make sure you are not on channel 6...

Then we went out for a birthday celebration to Mr Chu. This is frequented by notable celebrities and does superb crispy aromatic duck. If you are a Hull student it is a good place to take mum and dad - if they are paying.