The Grumpy Gang


The Grumman Aircraft Pilots Association European Branch

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First the delights of Portoroz from previous years remembered

with yummy sea food  and hospitality, not to mention the wine.

We descended upon the Pension Palma our hostess was still there,

she remembered us from former times but for some strange reason

we were not thrown out then and there.

Instead we were made welcome she gave us such great smiles.



At home the wonderful Ian

having received a call or two

had sent replacement cables

which amazingly arrived next day.

What a service he gave. All hale this Grumpy superman,

who gives us such devotion, a mention in dispatches

is the least that I can say.



Poor MALC now suffered a seizure of her brakes

which made her turn in circles, she could only gyrate.

The others had departed but we were not yet dismayed

A call to UK engineers who said 'just cut the chain'.

I assumed the Grumman position and a snip of a naughty item

I did make which solved the problem right away.



So via Split for loo stop we arrived at Dubrovnik fair,

to spent two nights enchanted by this city.

We wined and dined as only Grumpies do and then it came upon us

to departed for our ultimate goal, the ancient land of Gods.

We envisaged a sojourn sipping retsina and many other delights,

to seek Ambrosia and neck her (sorry) nectar, the food of Grumpy Gods



Our Grumpy 1,  Ni had already phoned Corfu

and after many minutes was given clearance for us to land,

without the two days written notice being given.

So off we set full of joy and expectations

but dear friends en route we had a big surprise,

the b*******  Greeks would not let us in,

that upset our Grumpy plans in mid flight.



The dreaded Albanian control had already been confronted,

they proved to be very helpful, but then

the cowardly Greeks had changed their minds

Refusing us entry. 'No room on the apron' they said.

No room for three small AA5's? They must have heard our coming

And were frightened by our scary reputation. 

We had no other option but to return as there was

no avgas, only Jet A1 at southern Italian  fields.