In the last few years we’re seen the regional airliner fraudsters. The very light jet fraudsters. The supersonic fraudsters. The space fraudsters. The electric (and hydrogen) fraudsters. The eVTOL fraudsters… which ones are we boosting this week?

‘We need to bypass the anti-tamper Gert, can you do it?’ Clears empty Stroopwafel boxes off desk, taps a few lines on keyboard, leans back, drags hard on a tulip, looks to camera, ‘we’re in’.

If this Dutch nonsense is what people are now telling themselves to justify sticking with JSF then we have reached new and hitherto undreamt of levels of delusion. And I didn’t think that was possible.

When the dust settles and the crowd quiets, trade bucking broncs for booming history! The National Atomic Testing Museum is just minutes from the Las Vegas Strip—perfect for a pit stop between your rodeo adventures. For tickets and more visit atomicmuseum.vegas

Grattis på 70 års dagen! Den 25 oktober 1955 genomfördes den första flygningen med Draken 🇸🇪

At this moment there are two (!) DC-8s airborne in the world when you thought there were none… the shy one is Samaritan’s Purse N782SP.

I am deeply saddened by the passing of Terence Stamp, a British actor who was truly iconic. An East Ender that rose to such fame in Swinging Sixties London, he could rightly be called its epicentre. Terence’s career spanned seven decades and never stopped surprising. I was fortunate enough to work with him on what became his final screen role in Last Night in Soho. Terence was kind, funny, and endlessly fascinating. I loved discussing music with him (his brother managed The Who, and he’s name-checked in The Kinks’ Waterloo Sunset) or reminiscing about his films, going back to his debut in Billy Budd. He spoke of his last shot in that film, describing a transcendental moment with the camera — a sense of becoming one with the lens. Decades later, while directing him, I witnessed something similar. The closer the camera moved, the more hypnotic his presence became. In close-up, his unblinking gaze locked in so powerfully that the effect was extraordinary. Terence was a true movie star: the camera loved him, and he loved it right back. If I have a regret, it’s that he had to endure a few night shoots — tough for an older actor. Yet this gave rise to an anecdote that lives on in Soho. In one scene, his character exits The Toucan pub via the basement stairs. It was late, and Terence — who never did many takes — looked at the setup and said: “This shot isn’t going to be in the movie.” I asked why. He deadpanned: “This staircase isn’t good enough to be in a movie.” It was one of the funniest things ever said to me on set. We did the shot and I promised it would make the cut. Later, at a Q&A, I told this story when the Toucan’s owners were present and they immortalised his remark on a brass plaque that you can see at the top of those basement steps. The last time I saw Terence, he was in excellent spirits. He came to record ADR and perhaps because of his prolific Italian film career, his looping was flawless. Afterwards, over tea, he regaled me with stories of Fellini, Pasolini, Wyler and Ustinov. I hugged him goodbye, but never saw him again. You will be missed, Terry. But you are immortalised — in film, in song, in print and in the heart of the city where you were born. instagram.com/p/DNeNGYSIjtO/…

Never has the phrase, “they don’t make ‘em like they use to” been so true. My gast, is a flabber!! Wow 😮

We love showing aircraft storage! This storage area is getting a reshuffle this month! #avgeek

It’s the annual Retweet the Edgley Optica for no reason event you’ve all been waiting for!! This year’s impossible aim is 4K retweets. Let’s go!

The UK’s Atomic Dave debacle is a bewildering example of giving people what they want, not what they need. A colossal diversion of resources away from real sovereign/operational capabilities now so desperately needed. Lots of very clever people will look very stupid by the end.

“The only operational control we might exert is by refusing to fly.” 💯

Always get a window seat

Everyone posting pictures of aeroplanes and screaming ‘it’s a drone/UFO/transdimensional orb/Iranian mothership’ needs to be put on the first rocket to Mars. I will carry their bags. Because I just can’t take it any more. Turn off the internet now. You don’t deserve it.

F-106, dull precision saved by oh so many very cool paint schemes. B-58 wild, but utterly uncoordinated. Look at the engines, look at the gear, it’s all over the place. F-16XL a seductive curiosity sure, but correct answer is B-1B.

Detecting. They mean detecting, right?

It didn’t need any, as it had crashed.