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August 08, 2008

The irony meter overloads

I don't think there's any better way to describe this story than the submitter of the Fark link: Former Luftwaffe pilot flies to British city to say sorry for bombing it during the war - then decides he's going to dive-bomb it for old times sake.

A former Luftwaffe pilot who carried out 120 bombing raids on England has escaped unharmed after a plane crash near the city he once targeted for destruction.

Willi Schludecker, 88 — a survivor of nine wartime air crashes — was a passenger in a four-man Mooney M20T when the engine failed soon after take-off at Marshfield in Wiltshire.

Experienced pilot Richard Flohr-Swann was forced to make an emergency landing.

Update: Totally unrelated, except that it was linked from the first story . . . British women who've decided to live in the past:

Joanne Massey, 35, lives in a recreation of a 1950s home in Stafford with her husband Kevin, 42, who works as a graphics application designer. Joanne is a housewife. She says:

I love nothing better than fastening my pinny round my waist and baking a cake for Kevin in my 1950s kitchen.

I put on some lovely Frank Sinatra music and am completely lost in my own little fantasy world. In our marriage, I am very much a lady and Kevin is the breadwinner and my protector.

We've been married for 13 years and we're extremely happy because we both know our roles. There is none of the battling for equality that I see in so many marriages today.

What's wrong with wanting to be adored and spoiled? If I see a hat I like, I say 'Oh, we can't afford that' and Kevin says: 'You have it, I'll treat you.'

I don't even put petrol in our Ford Anglia car, which is 43 years old, because I think that is so unladylike. I ask Kevin to do it.

Well, whatever works for them, I guess, although it must be tough to find someone who shares exactly your own flavour of anachronism (without cheating and using something that wasn't invented in the 1950's . . .).

Posted by Nicholas at August 8, 2008 08:43 AM
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