You may hate someone. But you will never hate someone the way Richard Burton hated Lucille Ball.  He and Liz did a guest spot on “Here’s Lucy!” in 1970.  The hard-drinking, hard-breathing, hard-loving Welshman later chronicled the experience in his diary:“Thursday, May 17th, 1970, Beverly Hills Hotel.
Those who had told us that Lucille Ball was ‘very wearing’ were not exaggerating. She is a monster of staggering charmlessness and monumental lack of humour. She is not ‘wearing’ to us because I suppose we refuse to be worn. I am coldly sarcastic with her to the point of outright contempt but she hears only what she wants to hear… Nineteen solid years of double-takes and pratfalls and desperate up-staging and cutting other people’s laughs if she can, nervously watching ‘the ratings’ as she does so. A machine of enormous energy, which driven by a stupid driver who has forgotten that a machine runs on oil as well as gasoline and who has neglected the former, is creaking badly towards a final convulsive seize-up. I loathed her the first day. I loathed her the second day and the third. I loathe her today but now I also pity her. After tonight I shall make a point of never seeing her again. We work, or have worked until today which is the last thank God, from 10am to somewhere around 5pm, and Milady Ball can thank her lucky stars that I am not drinking. There is a chance that I might have killed her. Jack Benny, the most amiable man in the world and one of the truly great comedians of our time, says that in 4 days she reduced his life expectancy by 10 years. The hitherto impeccably professional Joan Crawford was so inhibited by this behemoth of selfishness that she got herself stupendously crocked for the actual show and virtually had to be helped to her feet and managed, not without some satisfaction I dare say, to bugger up the whole show.”


Dramatic explosion as USS Greenfish (SS-351)‘s torpedo sinks U-234 off Cape Cod, Mass, 20 November 1947.
U-234 was a Type XB U-boat built as a
long-range cargo submarine with missions to Japan in mind. She left Germany in the last days of the war in Europe with
a dozen high-level officers and advisors, technical drawings, examples
of the newest electric torpedoes, one crated Me 262 jet aircraft, a
Henschel Hs 293 glide bomb and 1,210 lbs of uranium oxide. She never
made it Japan as her skipper decided to make for Canada instead after
the fall of Germany. Two Japanese officers on board committed suicide
and were buried at sea while the sub– packed with her very important
glow in the dark stuff– surrendered to the destroyer escort USS Sutton south of the Grand Banks, Newfoundland on 14 May, a week after VE Day.


Hey enrique, maybe its dumb but could you make a weird 19/20s/30s French bomber post because some of those designs are straight up weird and interesting.



Blériot 127, the car axle tail wheel.

Lioré et Olivier LeO 20, the overbite cockpit.

Potez XIX, the fat trimotor 

Bernard 82, THE long plane. 

Amiot 143, the Zeppelin gondola.

Bréguet 410, the leg day skipper. 

Bréguet 460 Vultur, the flying punch card. 

SAB AB-80, the shed.