Blips and Beer

The following day I was very pleased to be a guest at the training centre for those esteemed blip controllers, and a hugely interesting day it turned out to be. Having received some of the blip controllers services (albeit in a very modest capacity) I was intrigued to know how they learn their trade and watched with fascination and admiration at the deftness of this skill, which ultimately can only be likened to a very dark art or a mysterious craft. Few professions can have such a demanding set of rules which must be applied extremely accurately and with high levels of mental and verbal dexterity. For, dear readers, a strange phenomenon was revealed to me...the blips appear to be magnetic, and unless they are actively commanded otherwise they will inexorably converge.

It was very satisfying to witness Si commanding the blips so authoratively, and it made me hugely proud. It seemed to me that the blips under Si's control had no doubt at all that they would not be converging as they were commanded up CHARD and down PEWSI until they were all safely tucked up in Seaton.

My thanks to Si for the invitation to watch and learn and to all the other ladies and gents controlling their blips (and blip drivers too) for sharing their dark art.

Later, after such excitement, we retired for a pleasant evenings stroll round B'mouth, stopping occasionally to quench our thirst. I was struck by what a fascinating set of people the blip controllers are, equally interesting when blipping or quenching. Also, I couldn't help noticing that like the blips, some of the blip controllers also seem to converge too with one or two showing little or no separation. Good job they don't fit the blip controllers with TCAS then!!