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The Barmy OFFers Club

Throughout the annals of history people of like purpose and intent have gathered together in efforts to share and strengthen their common ideals and to strive in unison towards extraordinary goals. The Knights Templar, the Illuminati, the Freemasons, and other such ancient assemblies have used the combined abilities and fortunes of their members to attempt broad sweeping and long-lasting changes around the globe. Their greatness and power were and are inextricably tied to their like-mindedness and shared zeal, and because of this they became far greater than the sum of their individual parts.

The Barmy OFFers Club is nothing like this. We are a daft group, though rather clever and creative, who happen to share the same obsession for the marvelous WWI aerial combat flight sim, 'Over Flanders Fields'. We do not imagine for an instant that we will alter the course of world history, apart from the bygone years of 1914 through 1918 in which our many virtual selves fly and fight and live and die. Since we are a bit over-the-top we do things on occasion that are considered by those not of us to be...well...barmy. Furthermore, we don't look upon these things we do as a negative but rather more a badge of honour. Because of this shared skewed outlook we have been drawn together with others who not only understand but actually appreciate such daftness, as they suffer from the same wonderful instability themselves.

Are you such an individual? Do you lack the grip on reality it takes to become one of the BOC? If you think you qualify then we encourage you to apply for membership in this less than illustrious yet somehow elite group of halfwits. Read through our charter and post your qualifications below. Prove to us just how round-the-bend you are for OFF and you too can have your name added to our 'Roll Call Of The Barmy'. Dues will be collected in the club bar on the first Saturday of each month, (and if you believe for even a moment that there actually is a club bar you are closer to qualifying for membership in the BOC than you might realize).





Roll Call Of The Barmy:

Olham . ... (Founding Member)
Dej . . . .... (Founding Member)
Louvert . ..(Founding Member)

Hasse Wind
Lewie
Flyby PC
Shiloh
Almccoyjr
Widowmaker
Rickitycrate
Herr Prop-Wasche
Hellshade
tranquillo
Pappy55
Crossbones (aka CrimsonTide)
Slartibartfast
Javito1986
Von Paulus
Creaghorn
elephant
Wayfarer
Hauksbee
Bullethead
CaptSopwith
carrick58
RamblingSid
HumanDrone
HouseHobbit
Britisheh
NS13Jarhead
Lothar of the Hill People
rjw (aka Robert_Wiggins)
FenrisWlf
Beanie
DukeIronHand
MFair
Nietzsche
Raine
lederhosen
CatKnight
MudWasp
Rick_Rawlings
Tonytiger (aka Typhoon)
Banjoman
Cavaliere57
Smosh
cCromwell
SteveW
HarryH
ARUP
Maeran
Stache
Jammer28
Mr_Dirt
actionjoe
RAF28Jenkins
loftyc
JimmyBlonde (aka Ace_Pilto)
stljeffbb
Fullofit
Deej7066
JJJ65
Sailor_Steve
Nowi
Dark_Canuck
Wulfe
catch
Trooper117
Simes


Honorary Members (this lot is barmier than all of us):

Winder
Polovski
OvS
Shredward
Paarma
Sandbagger
Rabu
Makai
RexHannover
Nod
Capt.Winters
Matt Milne
AnKor
And all the special contributors who have worked with the OFF dev team over the years


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ooooooh! Here we go! Drinks all around!

(hic!) HumanDrone, present, sir!

Anything that uses the Dodo bird for a mascot is something I'm interested in...

You would have been proud of us Honorary members (Pol, Sandbagger and I) when we all geeked out at the Hendon RAF museum. I am convinced the museum manager was content with just leaving us there as we knew more than anyone in the whole place... but he could see my eyes fixed on that D.Va and must have know I would have jumped in it and took off as soon as he turned his back.. with Sandbagger grabbing the SE5a, and Pol in the Fee.

Ahh.... nothing better that the era of the WWI Biplane.

#25. You believe and follow Dicta Boelcke as not only a strict guideline for aerial combat, but a guideline for all aspects of life outside of WOFF.

Yeah, I can imagine THAT only too well!
How the poor man was sitting on glowing coal with you lot in his fine collection!

Should you ever visit THE VINTAGE AVIATOR together, I'm sure Peter Jackson would quickly hire
a hundred Orcs and position them as a "life guard" around you as long as you are in there.
"Oh my god - the 'Golden Triumvirate'! Guards!!!"
Mmuahahahahahaaa!!!

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Oooo, talk of Albs and SE5s and Fees and The Vintage Aviator, very nice! But I must interrupt such banter for official club business.

(Lou ducks at this point as anything of proper throwing size that isn't nailed down is hurled at him with the accuracy only practiced inebriation can provide.)

HA! You all missed. Now then, MFair has petitioned for membership into our little group. I for one say he's qualified and then some simply by asking to be included in this lot. A round of 'ayes' are in order don't you think, followed by a round of drinks on our newest victim.

All in favour say AYE!

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"Aye" - short, loud and clear!
And then a double single malt whisky for my part, please.

I certainly apply der Dicta in Pittsburgh traffic!

GET OUTTA MY WAY I WANNA GO HOME!




In <ahem> official club business, I shall give a solemn "aye" to Mfair's application. I need a fresh Guinness, tap only, with the nitrogen, please!

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Aye (Hic) Aye!

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Another foo...ler ah, individual has made known his desire to join our ranks. What say you all to Nietzsche becoming one of the daft, the touched, the barmy? Aye says I! Yet another bar tab to take advantage of, me thinks.

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Oh, and seems I'm neglect in mentioning Raine's desire to join up as well. When it rains barmy, it pours. Aye again, says I! This is developing into a potentially epic blow-out.

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Sooooo

how does one apply for membership then? I'm not stupid, just barmy.

Well yea!
Aye, Aye, and Aye!

As per the original post in this thread, you need only ask and state your qualifications as noted in our charter. In your case lederhosen it would simply be a formality as you are quite clearly one cylinder short of a rotary.

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SHO I'LL BEEUP TO 4 GUINNESSESSESS SHOON! AYE! AYE! AYE!

You bring up an important point. I have a German pilot, "Rex von Schnaups" that I use to demonstrate WOFF to my brother in law (also named Rex, coincidenatlly). He's always absconding with the Baron's triplane, to which the Baron spits, "Er weiß nicht einmal steigen 'bekloppt.' Er ist nur ein Idiot."

(with apologies to the real German speakers here, that was Google translate. I jad "barmy" in quotes, which came out "bekloppt.")

Bekloppt is correct, but what does the rest of the Sentence mean LOL

Salute

Dear Sirs, Madams or hermaphrodites,

After reading through the list I believe I qualify to be a member under articles 1,3,4,15,19,20 and 24 of the charter, and wish to register my application to join this very fine group of equally daft people.

danke

You wrote: "He doesn't even know climb 'barmy'." Whatever that means...???

The Force use you must, reading sentence.

Shoot, I just should have wrote it in English. I'd intended the Baron to spit out in disgust, "He doesn't even rise to "barmy". He's just an idiot!" Blasted on-line translators... ruined whatever kmild grade of "funny" might have been in there...

Ah, the BOC! I'm daft enough to be one of its members!

@Drone:
Ah! LOL
...doesn't matter, still funny.
Well, this Expression is so complicated in German Language, that I currently don't even know, how I would say that...
Maybe: "Hah! Er hat's nicht mal bis -Bekloppt- geschafft, er ist auf -Idiot- hängen geblieben." ...or so...

Thanks, Nietzsche! I was always (hic) bad at languages.

(I remind everyone that, as this is a solemn meeting of the BOC for conferring membership, we should all be dizzy drunk. Or pick your euphemism. "All gassed up!" "Well oiled!" "All gooned up!" "wasted" "Plastered" etc)

to all!

Lou,

Thank you for passing my application along to the grand and illustrious members of the Club. I shall await their decision with baited breath.

By the way, that cricket bat spanking thing isn't the initiation is it? I mean, if it's going to get kinky, I'd prefer the other thing. You know, the one with the duck, the dwarf, and the tub of Velveeta cream cheese.

Just saying...

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Raine, we have no such 'other thing'. You must be thinking of the Elks Club.

Now where did we put that cricket bat?

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Well, I shall ask to join as well. I do believe at least half of the qualifications apply to myself. At least that is all I will admit to at this time. I await your decision Sir! It would be an honor to be in such a daft group.

I would certaily ask to join this illustrious group, and offer the following for your perusal:


Article 10: Not only do I mutter 'rat-a-tat' at cars that cut me off, I do so at cars that are too slow, and whenever I simply feel like it. The only way I can go on roller coasters is if I can focus on the seat in front of me and pretend I'm pursuing it through the turns, guns blazing.

Article 5: While I have not completely 'checked my six' in a vehicle, I have caught myself slowly sweeping my head from left to right, looking for cars at longer range.

Article 1: I have indeed seen WOFF in every day occurrences or straying into my thoughts: For example, I've more than once thought a project's chance of success at work was about equal to a Fokker E.III vs. a Camel.

(If not worse.)

Article 4: We won't even talk about my desk, the maps I've actually managed to put away for much, the Joystick my wife is constantly pushing aside so she can get to her 'games', enough dice to make Gary Gygax of D&D fame proud, and character/squadron notes.

Article 17: Many times I've regalled my wife with tales of another brilliant death. Particularly the sadder ones, such as when I've escaped an enemy, clipped a fence, SURVIVED, then crashed just before the aerodrome because I cut my engine too soon and stalled out.

Article 16 in spades: I end up throwing away half my papers at work, because all my to do lists, notes and stats end up being escorted by German and British biplanes. Or even roundels.

Lastly, did I hear you have a bar?

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CatKnight, your credential will most certainly qualify you for membership. AYE! oooooooo, my head ... shouldn't have shouted that. For the rest of the morning all discussions and votes shall be kept at a whisper. And yes, we have a bar CK and you have a bar tab as of several hours ago that has already grown to quite an impressive amount. You'll want to talk to the barkeep about settling up on that.

MFair, I petitioned on your behalf earlier here so you were voted in last night at some point during the proceedings, though just when is a bit fuzzy.

Yes, so then, if my calculations are correct, we've five new members to our cadre. Please welcome fellow Barmy OFFers MFair, Nietzsche, Raine, lederhosen, and CatKnight. Your names will be added to our Roll Call of the Barmy and you'll each be receiving your acceptance letters and club badges. But not until I've found the bromo and gotten several cups of coffee in me. And someone collect up all these beer-soaked sweaters and hang them outside, I damned near broke my neck slipping on one of them earlier this - oh - never mind, that one's mine.

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GASP! Replace the most hallowed and ancient cricket bat? Sacrilege! I am going to assume that's the hangover talking Robert and forgive you this transgression, but only once.
Replace the cricket bat he says - phhht.

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Yes, well, I would like to thank my Mom, my Cat, my Latin-Teacher, the Guy at the Computer-Store and all the lovely Persons involved in this abitious Project, that is now making the World a bit brighter than it was before. I couldn't have done it without your Help. You are terrific!
...wait...wrong notepaper...

Thank you

I was stacking firewood and thinking of the big all nighter chunks as heavy bombers and stacking smaller morning starters right next to them and thinking of those as scouts.

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MudWasp, is that a statement of your qualifications for entrance into our questionable group? If so, you have my vote Sir.

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Aye agree, indobl...indoubabl...for sure! Hic! Sorry Lou, but someone has to drain the left over glasses! Wouldn't want to pollute the environememt..envromem.. the earth! Hic!

Oh for crying out loud...

Noooooooo

Seeing as I am going to be around for a while longer. The "Sword of Damocles" having been removed. I would like to formerly apply for entrance into this esteemed group. I looked at the qualifying points and think that I qualify under the following... Numbers 1,2,4,5,9,10,15,16,and 23.
I thank you for your consideration in this matter.
Typhoon (Tony)

Yes, just one of many examples.

Today at my grandsons first birthday party is another. I made paper airplanes then showed the young kids how to do so and had a mini war, boys vs girls in the basement. We then rubbed inflated ballons on our hair and stuck them to the ceiling. They reminded me of zepplins. I taped a toothpick to the nose of the streamlined paper airplanes and we went on a zepplin raid. Much fun popping those ballons with tooth pick nosed paper airplanes. It even brought the adults downstairs wondering what all the commotion was about.

Oh, very nice MudWasp! That's a party I would have liked to go to!

I kinda dreded it being boring. Pick my mom up from the Lutheran home and went off nto the party. Got her home a little late for supper, no biggie as she had controband food.

I wanted to set the paper airplanes afire and launch of the back deck. The adults didn't like that, and it was windy with freezing rain.

Had fun driving my mother, great gramadma she is, home.

Her dementia is setting in, but boy did we chat up a storm on the way home.
Kinda reminda me of a Truman Capote short story.

I like paper arplanes and kites.

"A Christmas Memory" is about a young boy, referred to as "Buddy," and his older cousin, who is unnamed in the story but is called Sook in later adaptations. The boy is the narrator, and his older cousin — who is eccentric and childlike — is his best friend. They live in a house with other relatives, who are authoritative and stern, and have a dog named Queenie.

The family is very poor, but Buddy looks forward to Christmas every year nevertheless, and he and his elderly cousin save their pennies for this occasion. Every year at Christmastime, Buddy and his friend collect pecans and buy whiskey — from a scary American Indian bootlegger named Haha Jones — and many other ingredients to make fruitcakes. They send the cakes to acquaintances they have met only once or twice, and to people they've never met at all, like President Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

This year, after the two have finished the elaborate four-day production of making fruitcakes, the elderly cousin decides to celebrate by finishing off the remaining whiskey in the bottle. This leads to the two of them becoming drunk, and being severely reprimanded by angry relatives.

The next day Buddy and his friend go to a faraway grove, which the elderly cousin has proclaimed the best place, by far, to chop down Christmas trees. They manage to take back a large and beautiful tree, despite the arduous trek back home.

They spend the following days making decorations for the tree and presents for the relatives, Queenie, and each other. Buddy and the older cousin keep their gifts to each other a secret, although Buddy assumes his friend has made him a kite, as she has every year. He has made her a kite, too.

Come Christmas morning, the two of them are up at the crack of dawn, anxious to open their presents. Buddy is extremely disappointed, having received the rather dismal gifts of old hand-me-downs and a subscription to a religious magazine. His friend has gotten the somewhat better gifts of Satsuma oranges and hand-knitted scarves. Queenie gets a bone.

Then they exchange their joyful presents to each other: the two kites. In a beautiful hidden meadow, they fly the kites that day in the clear winter sky, while eating the older cousin's Christmas oranges. The elderly cousin thinks of this as heaven, and says that God and heaven must be like this.

It is their last Christmas together. The following year, the boy is sent to military school. Although Buddy and his friend keep up a constant correspondence, this is unable to last because his elderly cousin suffers more and more the ravages of old age, and slips into dementia. Soon, she is unable to remember who Buddy is, and not long after, she passes away.

As Buddy says later: "And when that happens, I know it. A message saying so merely confirms a piece of news some secret vein had already received, severing me from an irreplaceable part of myself, letting it loose like a kite on a broken string. That is why, walking across a school campus on this particular December morning, I keep searching the sky. As if I expected to see, rather like hearts, a lost pair of kites hurrying towards heaven."

oops that was from wiki and I didn't say so.

Gentlemen, I would request admittance into your august assemblage, even though it be only January. In my defense, I would OFFer up any of my challenge videos and say "If they not be barmy, then not barmy be I!" I should wear the badge with pride, if in the future I should ever be so fortunate as to do something that would warrant "pride"! What say you, my daft overlords? and (W)OF(F) course, , followed directly by ...

I have to agree. Some of those challenge videos were the barmiest things I've seen.

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Rick, your WOFF challenge videos have certainly demonstrated that your grip on reality is tentative at best. AYE!

Tony, your lunacy goes back years with OFF so I know you qualify. AYE! again.

Thanks to these most recent lapses in good judgement it appears we'll have another trio soon sharing our traditions what with MudWasp, Rick, and Typhoon throwing their collective mad hats into the ring for consideration. Barmy love company.

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I say, if I could find the cockles of my heart, or knew what they were, I would thank you from them for your faith in my lack of lucidity!

Rick, do you have any more challenges for this year?

Excellent - just in time for the drinks - welcome to all new members to the club

Aye! And aye to more drinks.
Starting to get crowded in here. How much barmy can a thread hold?

Ok, so today while roping a cow, with the wind in my face, I saw myself as a winged aviator sitting in his Sopwith Triplane and my quarry was an Albatross scout. I made my way to his six and let loose my riata.......I mean Lewis, and sent him down in flames!

The aftermath of being accepted into BOC

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MFair, you clearly did not drink enough during the festivities as those antlers are still on the wall and not on your noggin. Next time.

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MFair, I love that classic style chapeau you are wearing! Reminds me of an old Tom Mix movie! The whole outfit, pants and boots fit the same look! Very nice in deed sir! Just one thing out of place! That Jack Daniels should read "Rot Gut"!

Oh well, can't blame you for choosing a better tasting poison!

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Olham Rot Gut was a term commonly referred to by cowboys for the very poor quality whiskey normally sold in the saloons out west. The good stuff was expensive and saloons made more profit on the cheap whiskey because most cowboys couldn't afford the good stuff.

Ah, thank you - I thought it was meant to be German:
both words exist in German too, and in English this would mean "red good" or "red well" -
but it wouldn't make any sense.

Sho... <hic!> I need another bar, drink-keeper <hic>! I mean, another drink, beerkeep! err...<HIC!>

shish we've been handin' out theesh fanshy BOC badges'n'shtuff, err.. how cn these poor daft sots show'em off? Over at CA? We got shome trick to mirror threads?

Another pint o' me old Guiness, pleashe!

Thank you Robert. I so love the old west look. If you can't be a real cowboy at least you can look like one!

Great pic MFair!

Theesh postsh are too lucid. Thish ish da BOC! We're shupppossed to be drunk!

(j/k... have fun!)

MFair, is that really you in that chair? Quite barmy, your "uniform code"...

Yep Olham, that be me in the picture. I built an old west saloon a few years back on my place so that I could sit on the porch with a diet coke, not much of a drinker, and enjoy the sunset after a ride. One word of advice. Do not piss off the bartender, she can be double barrel mean. Love that place almost as much as WOFF!

How could one piss off that lady? I mean, not only because she has a knife...
Nice saloon you built there - but not drinking much in there is barmy again IMHO.

I think maybe I need to build another "Flyers Bar". Anyone have any WWI aircraft memorabilia they want to donate! We could make it the official BOC Bar.

Never said there was not much drinking in there. Just said "I" was not much of a drinker. Only rule was "No Rude Behavior".

So.....I take it the idea of saloon dancing girls is out!

That is a pretty nice Saloon you built. Is it primarily a party room?

Well if there were Robert, that bartender would be using the knife on my throat! I have entertained the idea though. We have had a few small get togethers there but mainly used to sit and ponder on the world.

To get back on topic, so to speak, if someone has a rotary engine lamp, a Fokker rudder, a few fuselage fabric scraps with serial numbers, and a gun or two. I guess we would need a Sopwith rudder also, would not want Olham to not feel welcome. I think I could come up with a dandy Officers Bar. Like I say, it could be the Official BOC Meeting House. A piano would be nice too. Can anyone in BOC bang on the ivories?

man, I'd have to be crazy to join a club like this.

so, am I in?

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You say you're crazy loftyc, but are you barmy?


MFair, great digs Sir. I drink in that saloon anytime.

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MFair, that saloon is brilliant! I'd just want to sit there all day with a shotgun saying things like "Keep movin' stranger, if'n ye know what's good fer ye."

I don't know, I think it needs more wood...

If I ever got the chance, I'd saddle up with MFair any day. And then act like Yosemite Sam around the saloon!

Errr.. loftyc, I suggest that you review the list of qualifications at the beginning of this thread and report back with your itemized list of "barminess"! Just the fact that you're on this thread is a fair indication, but we need to be sure.

Then, YOU buy the drinks!

Yosemite Sam and Bugs....Classic!

Raine and Humandrone,if you look closer at the picture there is a double barrel 12 gauge sitting next to me. I have been known to act a bit like Yosemite Sam after too many drinks but that was some time ago. Now it's more like " Grandpa" on " The Real McCoys".

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The Real McCoys, now there's a show I haven't thought of in years. By jingy-jang, best hitch up the wagon Luke, we gotta git them supplies. I'm near outta my tabakka! (As I recall Grandpa would refer to the wagon even though they actually had a pick-up truck.)

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HA! I feel like Grandpa McCoy after a hard day's work, that's for sure. We sit out on our swing before we head in, and by the time I get up I've stiffened up so bad, and so many times I've fetched my arms up the way he used to and imitated him, "Well, little Luke, I guess we'd best be headin' in - if I could just get this pitchfork outta my ***!"

I don't know where you're located, but any more, with coyotes and bigger cats making a comeback, it's probably a good idea to keep a shotgun handy, maybe even just like the old West, in your saddle! Criminee, I'm in an area that's not really rural, patches of woods and housing plans, and we have coyotes here!

Quite right HD. loftyc, you need only list a few of your 'credentials' per the charter and you will be in, likely deeper than you'll care to be.

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HumanDrone,coyotes we have plenty of. You can sit on the porch and here their song every night. Black bears are making a comeback. You hear rumors of big cats but no proof. Located in the deep south USA. as for keeping a 6 shooter in the saddle, you can shoot off 4 of my 5 mounts. If you have ever tried Cowboy Mounted Shooting it is a rush! FYI, you can shoot off of any horse......Once!

I noticed the "coach gun" as I call it. Does it have side hammers or is it a box lock?

FYI, you can shoot off of any horse......Once!

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All this talk of horses and the earlier mention of Yosemite Sam reminded me of the following cartoon. While Sam is showing off his riding and handling skills vis-à-vis a 'ship of the desert', (and an elephant), I've a hunch he applies the same methods to horses.



Gawd, these old cartoons still make me split a side!

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Lou,that took me back a few years. Saturday morning cartoon with my brothers. Robert,too funny, and I don't recall which one I had with me on that day as I have one hammered and one box lock. Down south only the short ones we call coach guns.

You ain't just kidding! They are about the best ever made, I just roar with laughter. Do you recall some group of handkerchief-wringing busybodies getting their knickers all twisted up about how violent they were?

So now we have Dragonball-Z and the like... what an improvement...

I was informed by Lou that I needed to submit an official application to join the illustrious Barmy OFFers club, this is my official notice.

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But Banjoman, what are your qualifications?

HEE HAW! It's most definitely an "aye" from me.
Vice President Olham, Vice President Dej, what say either or both of you?
Members of questionable standing, what say any or all of you?
Is this man barmy enough?

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He spends too much time thinking about WOFF.... that is good enough for me, a questionable member, often questioned by SWMBO when I explain what I DiD today

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"what I DiD today" - that one made me laugh out loud, MudWasp. Did She Who Must Be Obeyed find the humour in it? (he asked knowing full well what the answer was)

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I told you I play the banjo, that will either get me in or completely banned.

I got just enough accomplished around the old shack that SWMBO didn't bat an eye.

Speaking of shacks....MFair....I didn't see those pics of yours until today.
Mighty Fine club house
Hey, do you shoot a black powder percussion cap revolver, or ever done so? I like them once in awhile.
on the chaps and hat

Yikes!!!....Dueling banjos on the porch...

didn't mean any movie references to be infered.
maybe this is a better choice...

Haha, doesn't bother me. I'm sure most people think, when they learn that I play the banjo, that I'm that kid all grown up.

If accepted, I promise to fly under a towel or blanket while wearing two sweaters.

Dye your hair...LOL...now I'm digging banjo tunes....and stray cats

and anutter one....

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All well and good, but will you also set up a small fan to blow regular spritzes of castor oil, supplied by a cobbled windshield washer/nozzle assembly, into your face as you fly your WOFF sorties? Hmmmmmmmm?



Oh, forgot to add, I love banjo music.

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Lou, are you running ideas thru your head for your ultimate cockpit build in the basement?

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always

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I'm thinking start with a good chair.
I might dig an old wicker/caned chair out of the attic.

I know you collect period items. A period gauge/instrument would be nice...just thoughts flying through my head.

Well, Lou,after this question you spent most of the time talking about "banjos".
Even "duelling banjos"! That should be barmy enough, even without any WOFF in it.
So let's make him a member, and let's hope he knows the other word with "b": "Binge"!
I hope you have taken enough money off your bank account for one, Banjoman?!

Anyone who wears two sweaters gets the ok from me!

Mudwasp,if it concerns black powder, I have set it off. Rifles, smooth bores, pistols, cannons, cohorn mortars, and a few home made things back when you could do such things without getting a call from a government agency.

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Two sweaters - too true, MFair.

MudWasp, I've been on the hunt for just the right old wicker chair for my 'cockpit'. Still hunting, but then that is half the fun.

Olham, I agree, the previous diversion does indicate barmyness to be sure. And then of course there is the mere fact that he wants to be a member of our group. So be it.

Banjoman, welcome to the Barmy OFFers Club! A tab has been started at the bar on your behalf and we're already making use of it. Drinks on the Banjoman - BWOC BWOC BWOC! As soon as Robert gets here with the cricket bat the ceremonial beating can begin.

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Looks like Banjoman has finally hit the big time!
And just Earl Grey for me. Early flight tomorrow.

MFair, do you have a cannon?

I get a kick out of having fun on the 4th of July. Don't have a proper historical type cannon, justy hillbilly rig something for fun. I love that old green fuse that burns underwater....love hate with the beavers...

....speaking of beavers...I understand why the club house no longer has a "no gurls alowd sign".

You have a very fine wife....

Something from boyhood and a first club....from old "Our Gang"...


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Hahaha, I'm finally home. I love listening to Earl Scruggs and Steve Martin play the banjo. In case you didn't know this, but Earl Scruggs wrote Foggy Mountain Breakdown.

I'll take..... a hard apple cider.... I like the fizz

I used to have a Naval 2 pounder. That is until the sheriff drove up and told me he had reports of someone "shooting off heavy artillery". I told him that it was not me because my cannon was only a 2 pounder. He was not amused. While it was not illegal I quit so that I would not piss off whoever it was I had upset. Mind you this is way out in the country. Sold it to a fellow that does pyrotechnic shows. A friend that passed away a few years back had 9 Rev. War cannons and mortars. Not originals. Don't know what happened to his collection, but we really drew a crowd at the range.

I've flown under the radar for police/sheriffs.... for my hillbilly antics, or beaver control hijinks.
Love to be at the front porch of your watering hole on the 4thh..... can't make it happen tho....

Sad what happens to originals...go collect dust....they often do.

Long live the rebel in ya, Mark!

MFair, you live in Mississippi, I'm surprised you had problems with your small cannon. I guess times have changes and not for the better.

for the better?
explain please....

... never mind...read it incorrectertly

that bannana dude was rude after I see him doing his antics.
my apologizes... I'm buzzing like a bee.

This old bird should call it a day.... but he wants more song to be heard.

That was 28 years ago. It does make a pretty loud boom to chunk a 2 lb. ball. We made our ammo from Campbell's soup cans. Filled them with quick crete. Whala, instant projectile.

At a living history event on a big lake in Tennessee years ago we asked the Ranger where we could shoot the cannon. No projectiles mind you. He said, "out over the lake". When we asked about the bass boats he said, "Oh!, you better lead them pretty good!" We all had a good laugh.

It was a much simpler time. Man I miss it.

ME too! Dang, I missed all the fun. Now a guy that can pick a banjo well...

Still, you guys are too easy. I wanted a pic of him flying with a towel draped over his head and monitor!

Lou, I see you found the cricket bat! MFair, wish we could still have a blast at your place. I settle for "works bombs" now and then... he that hath ears to hear...

WELCOME, Banjoman! Glad I could be a small part of it!

Oh people,sorry where is the form to apply, for being part of this gang? I fullfill all 24 points and some more...

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Cavaliere57, you need only give us a few specific instances of your barmyness and we will be happy to consider your application. As example, I actually do have a WWI French uniforme de pilote d'avion standing in my flying room.




So, don't be shy, share some of your barmy with us and we can welcome yet another new member into our illustrious cadre.

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Here you go MudWast,shooting some kind of explosive with a AR at 20 yards. It looked like those green night sticks that pack packers used with some sort of detination cord around it.

Edit, Seem the sound is out of sync but you get the idea.

Lou, I think your collection is unrivaled!

MFair, nothing like a good blast for some fun. Guys just have to blow thing up, it seems. As long as nobody gets hurt!

Now where's our barmy Italian applicant? Lou's still warmed up from his last round with the cricket bat, and the rest of us just want to get all gooned up again.

I would like to line up (for the cricket bat) and report for duty.



A few points that I believe make me eligible to belong to this esteemed group include but are not limited to:

Whenever I get into a car I turn the steering wheel to make sure the ailerons are working.

Much to the enjoyment of my son but consternation of my girlfriend, I am unable to resist making daka daka sounds when over taking trucks (two seaters)on the road.

When drunk, if I fall over, I get back to my feet saying "Any landing you walk away from..."

There is a bridge across a river that divides the city where I live. Once I cross that bridge I start to keep a sharp eye out as I'm now in enemy territory; my ex wife lives there

I think you have to leave 2 bottles of Lou's preferred adult beverage , one in each boot of his WWI pilots uniform , with all your credentials. I think. With all this partying it's getting hard to remember!

But I agree, you got it bad.....ain't it great! To Mistress's, Wifes, and Girlfriends. May they never meet!

Looks like great fun, MFair

hells bells, the school busses are fine; we do need, however, Albatros and French two sweaters, and some siemens-schuckerts.

shooting at other cars, all the time.

I have a moon roof (that's a glass sun roof) so that I have better view up.

No idea about when was the last non-WW1 book. In fact, how about the only newspaper I've read in the last few years is the Wipers Times.

Do I make it?

*teehee-hee* you said "Siemens"...