http://ufos.nationalarchives.gov.uk/
well, now the crazies really do have something to cling to.
I used to work for RAF Intelligence in a roundabout fashion. The
company I worked for had a contract with said unit. I used to debug
code by testing it once a month in London. That's right, I'd make my
changes without knowledge of their effect, then haul the tapes to some
"secret" place off of Trafalgar Square to debug it once a month. These
people had never heard of test data or unit testing.
whilst I was there, I went to the toilet BY MYSELF. Bikini Black Alert
was violated, and my contact was hauled before his boss and carpeted.
RAF Intelligence really is an oxymoron. The only guy with intelligence
was my contact. The rest were moustached Flight Lieutenants
reminiscent of the Battle of Britain. They spent their time taking the
pss out of the token Yank, and planning their weekends at Hendon.
Roger
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"She went out with her paint box, paints the chapel blue
She went out with her matches, torched the car-wash too"
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