1. What is it?
2. Where was the picture taken?
3. In approximately what year?
Try this quick quiz:
1. What is it?
2. Where was the picture taken?
3. In approximately what year?
I will give it a go
1/ Cotpit of a German experimental rocket fighter
2/ German airforce testing grounds
3/ 1945
Roswell Police station backyard with alien spacecraft remnants 1952
???.
Thunderbird 1?
Tracy Island?
1965?
Everyone wrong so far.... Guntruck came sorta close-ish if you use your imagination, Doug got one of the questions almost right, and even Nightbomber wasn't quite 100% incorrect.
Come on, at least these three brave chaps had a go.
WoW!
I was joking, Zoe, but it's a tough contest...
It's not a WWII construction. Definitely a post war one. Fifties.
It's a kind of rocket part...? But the cockpit is rather small for a human. Maybe it was designed to carry an animal for a test flight. Russians sent dogs to space in the 50-ies...
It is quite reminiscent of an F-104 nose cone which, if it is some kind of prototype for that, would place it in the very early 50s. (Thus, Nightbomber not being totally wrong.) As for the location, I don't have much of a guess -- I'd say southern California if I had to say anything!
Not a piloted V2 is it?
If so I'd go with 1945 and Peenemunde (although it looks like Butlin's holiday camp)
It's surely the nose section of something, a glide bomb? Blue streak or one of those air launched nukes It's a bit like the full cockpit ejection on an F111.
Huts like that look pretty 1920s but I'm going for ....
The UK in about 1949.
Well the photo certainly looks about 1945.
The Nose cone sorta looks like a towed drone aircraft of some sort
And I would guess German or Russian manufacture.
Could it have been an Experimental Space capsule?
Sorry thats the best I can do.
That's not a direct hit, but very, very close. It is in the UK. It was around 1949 +/- 5. And it is a full cockpit ejection system.Originally Posted by AlgyLacey
1. Nose cone cockpit ejection system of Miles M52 prototype
2. Woodley Aerodrome, Berkshire, UK
3. Late 1946.
"Bob" Brain AKA "Brains" was an aerodynamicist working on the wings, hence the tenuous Thunderbirds connection if you squint hard enough.
The M52 was a "Black Project" kept from prying eyes, with numerous cover stories. Woodley was something of a Skonk Works - hence the similarity with Roswell-like things.
And it was not rocket powered, but an afterburning turbofan fighter- still, pretty close.
Congratulation to Chris on his near miss, and thanks for setting it Zoe. helps keep the chaps on their toes what!
Kyte.
Ah, the M52 - another world beater scotched by government incompetence. Still, at least the research that went into it allowed Chuck Yaeger to break the sound barrier
Last edited by David Manley; 09-12-2012 at 11:51.
Who's Chris?
Kyte.
He does this on purpose y'know. Known me 3 years and still gets it wrong.
Ah, Dave - I don't think you've factored in Kyte's use of the bottom of a glass of G&T as an eyepiece. Almost any name looks like Chris when viewed this wayWho's Chris?
He does this on purpose y'know. Known me 3 years and still gets it wrong.
Good quiz Zoe
(It still looks like Butlins!)
BUTLINS.... the horror..... the horror...Good quiz Zoe
(It still looks like Butlins!)
Thanks for the Quiz, Zoe! Keep going with this project (we want more...)
Good quiz, Zoe It wasn't simple. Now is easy to understand also the role of the other sections of it we can see in that pic.
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No it's not Barry.Ah, Dave - I don't think you've factored in Kyte's use of the bottom of a glass of G&T as an eyepiece. Almost any name looks like Chris when viewed this way
Kyte.
Look! He's done it again!
Ignoring hearts, number and colour of your Avatar, Barry.
A heavy attack of G&T hallucination, I'm afraid...
Hmmmm - now I have two choices!
First choice - try and convince Kyte he is misreading my name
Second choice - change name to Barry by deed-poll and accept the situation
One of these choices accepts reality - guess which
Barry signing off
On second thoughts I'm not going to disabuse him. When the duty pilot rosta comes out, the orderly officer rota and more importantly the bar bill we can look innocent and deny all knowledge.
Last edited by AlgyLacey; 09-13-2012 at 00:26. Reason: makes more sense the new way
Now why didn't I think of that? You'll go far in this man's RFC sirOn second thoughts I'm not going to disabuse him. When the duty pilot rosta comes out, the orderly officer rota and more importantly the bar bill we can look innocent and deny all knowledge.
No I didn't Brian.Look! He's done it again!
Kyte.
Perhaps if everyone changed their name to Eric?
Praline: (whistles a bit, then) Hello. I would like to buy a fish license, please.
Postal clerk: A what?
Praline: A license for my pet fish, Eric.
Clerk: How did you know my name was Eric?
Praline: No, no, no! My fish's name is Eric. Eric fish. He's an halibut.
Clerk: What?
Praline: He is an halibut.
Clerk: You've got a pet halibut?
Praline: Yes, I chose him out of thousands. I didn't like the others, they were all too flat.
Clerk: You must be a loony.
Praline: I am not a loony. Why should I be tarred with the epithet 'loony' merely because I have a pet halibut? I've heard tell that Sir Gerald Nabarro has a pet prawn called Simon - you wouldn't call him a loony! Furthermore Dawn Pathorpe, the lady show jumper, had a clam called Stafford, after the late chancellor. Alan Bullock has two pikes, both called Chris, and Marcel Proust had an 'addock! So if you're calling the author of 'A la recherche de temps perdu' a loony, I shall have to ask you to step outside!
Clerk: All right, all right, all right. A license?
Praline: Yes!
Clerk: For a fish.
Praline: Yes!
Clerk: You *are* a loony.
Praline: Look, it's a bleeding pet, isn't it? I've got a license for me pet dog Eric, I've got a license for me pet cat Eric.
Clerk: You don't need a license for your cat.
Praline: I bleedin' well do and I've got one! Can't be caught out there!
Clerk: There is no such thing as a bloody Cat license.
Praline: Yes there is.
Clerk: No there isn't.
Praline: Is!
Clerk: Isn't!
Praline: Is!
Clerk: Isn't!
Praline: Is!
Clerk: Isn't!
Praline: Is!
Clerk: Isn't!
Praline: Is!
Clerk: Isn't!
Praline: Is!
Clerk: Isn't!
Praline: What's that then?
Clerk: This is a dog license with the word 'dog' crossed out and 'cat' written in, in crayon.
Praline: Man didn't have the right form.
Clerk: What man?
Praline: The man from the cat detector van.
Clerk: The loony detector van, you mean.
Praline: Look, it's people like you what cause unrest.
Clerk: What cat detector van?
Praline: The cat detector van from the Ministry of Housinge.
Clerk: Housinge?
Praline: It was spelt like that on the van. I'm very observant. I never seen so many bleedin' aerials. The man said their equipment could pinpoint a purr at four hundred yards, and Eric being such a happy cat was a piece of cake.
Clerk: How much did you pay for this?
Praline: Sixty quid and eight for the fruit-bat.
Clerk: What fruit-bat?
Praline: Eric the fruit-bat.
Clerk: Are all your pets called Eric?
Praline: There's nothing so odd about that. Kemel Attaturk had an entire menagerie called Abdul.
Clerk: No he didn't.
Praline: Did!
Clerk: Didn't!
Praline: Did, did, did, did, did and did!
Clerk: Oh all right.
Praline: Spoken like a gentleman, sir. Now, are you going to give me a fish license?
Clerk: I promise you that there is no such thing. You don't need one.
Praline: Then I would like a statement to that effect signed by the Lord Mayor.
(Fanfare of trumpets. Mayor gorgeously dressed with dignitaries enters flanked by trumpeters.)
Clerk: You're in luck.
(In long shot now. The Mayor, who is nine foot high, and dignitaries approach a startled Praline. Organ music below a reverent voice over)
Praline: In that case give me a bee license.
Clerk: A license for your pet bee.
Praline: Correct.
Clerk: Called Eric? Eric the bee?
Praline: No.
Clerk: No?
Praline: No, Eric the half bee. He had an accident.
Clerk: You're off your chump.
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