I Shall Scream...

One must be awfully polite to be a Lysander pilot. The brash or dull types (most often the one and the same) would self identify for other duties and embark on short but glorious careers. 
It takes the right sort of chap in ability, spirit, and temperament to fly the Lysander. Even those these qualities may not be self-evident to those who hold them, they speak volumes to those who recognise them.

Is he in heaven? Or is he in hell?

...those black helmeted Nazis seek him everywhere.
Surely the Scarlet Pimpernel is due a movie remake? A film of epic, though of subtle proportions made with an indomitable Lysander as protagonist. That would get the crowds cheering!  It would be far more pleasing cinema experience then yet another overworked view of Ironman or ceaseless iteration of Spiderman.
Sink me!
Where is that crowd funding page?

Stuka Sunday.

Stuka Sunday loves an easy target. If it shoots back it's not worth shooting at.

Stuka Sunday is back!

Whether you're at mast height or hugging the deck or skulking around below decks there's one thing for sure....if it's a Sunday then it's Stuka Sunday! Don't run (where would you go?). Don't swim (don't kid yourself you're not that fast). Don't pray (what's the point anyway?). 
As long as there are Stukas and as long as there are Sundays, it will always be Stuka Sunday.

Are you a so-called Norwegian?

Well if you are you better watch out. There's some that don't take kindly to your so-called ways. So depending on how you do Norwegianing it could get you into trouble. So does that mean a Norwegian (a real one, not a pretend one) could Norwegianise a bit too much and bring themselves under the spotlight of being a non-Norwegian?

Stick pulling and throttle.

Sometimes there's not much more you can do after a catastrophe. There may be other protocols following a disaster, debacle, calamity, disappointment, or defeat. But clearly after a catastrophe one must pull wildly at the stick and fling open the throttle. If one is stickless and even possibly throttleless that could present a real problem.

In times of crises...

It is always a fascination that trees have the ability to appear, both corporeal and arboreal, in times of crises. One tree is thought provoking or even comical given its placement. However a forest of them can be menacing. The irony is of course for a forest (or individual trees for that matter) to do anything suddenly would be quite the event.

There's no one else...

With cap and thought a man walks the streets. Grim is too an emotive word to describe this world and all others he is about to occupy. Yet, he walks where there is no one else.

Wiggles audition here I come.

Nobody likes to be late. Important matters deserve respect. Imagine. You're on your way to the Wiggles audition for the (new) Black Wiggle. You've rehearsed your routine and even have your prop boat wheel ready. You're confident and looking good. But just as you're looking toward your bright future fate, in the guise of a boatload of Norwegians (that's a lot of Norwegians), take it upon themselves to share in your dreams. The only problem is that there's not enough dream to share.

What to do?

Jaunty Jaunty

How better to spend the first day on the job than with a spot of jauntyness? Happy is as happy does as our man in flares makes his way to the Highland Queen. Oh what stories could the Queen tell if she would only release her secrets. With jaunty chaps like this on board there can only be a jolly time ahead.