Wednesday, May 09, 2007

This chap must vote UKIP

"Its difficult to get hold of dead horses. People are sentimental about horses in England"

This is priceless,
"An RSPCA spokesman said: "Mr Kennedy may say no suffering is being caused. But flinging dead cows and horses through the air hardly promotes a responsible attitude to animals. This kind of thing implies they are disposable for entertainment."

Other comments about and from this chap.
"A stuffed baboon hangs from the dining room chandelier (``Shot it in Africa. Nowhere else to put it,'' Mr. Kennedy explains)".

"The big question is why? Mr. Kennedy looks puzzled, as if the thought hadn't occurred to him before. ``Well why not? It's bloody good fun!'' he finally exclaims. When pressed, he adds that for several hundred years, military technicians have been trying fruitlessly to reconstruct a working trebuchet. Cortez built one for the siege of Mexico City. On its first shot, it flung a huge boulder straight up - and then straight down, demolishing the machine. In 1851, Napoleon III had a go at it, as an academic exercise. His trebuchet was poorly balanced and barely managed to hurl the missiles - backward. ``Ours works a hell of a lot better than the Frogs', which is a satisfaction,'' Mr. Kennedy says with relish".

Some English sports parachutists think they can throw a man in the air *and* bring bring him down alive. In a series of experiments on Mr. Kennedy's siege machine, they've thrown several man-size logs and two quarter-ton dead pigs into the air; one of the pigs parachuted gently back to earth, the other landed rather more forcefully.

Trouble is, and accelerometer carried inside the logs recorded a centrifugal force during the launch of as much as 20 Gs (the actual acceleration was zero to 90 miles per hour in 1.5 seconds). Scientists are divided over whether a man can stand that many Gs for more than a second or two before his blood vessels burst.

The parachutists are nonetheless enthusiastic. But Mr. Kennedy thinks the idea may only be pie in the sky.

"It would be splendid to throw a bloke, really splendid," he says wistfully. "He'd float down fine. But he'd float down dead."

Thank you Zoe

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