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A young Gypsy and his Flying machine. He won't get far in that pile of junk.

“Flying Gypsies? Target practice!”

~ Sheriff John Bunnell on Flying Gypsies

“One mad man makes many madmen: many madmen make madness”

~ Gypsy on Flying Gypsies

Flying Gypsies are a breed of traveller that have emerged as a reaction to increasingly stringent legislation surrounding caravan sites. They are distinguished from the regular gypsy in that they use air transport. Whereas your everyday, run of the mill gypsy is limited to only land travel, flying gypsies can successfully avoid police raids and invasions from rival groups of travellers using the art of flying, in which they can be highly proficient.

Advantages of Flying

Regular, land-faring gypsies. Looked upon as 'inferior' by flying gypsies, mainly due to their lack of shirts. The big one will have the skinny one for breakfast tomorrow.

The Flying Gypsy, (or flypsies), transportation of choice is advantageous to its lifestyle. The main plus point of using hang gliders is that the gypsy can glide out of the reach of irate people who realise they have been conned out of £50 when they notice the shiny red pebble they just bought from them does not actually have any healing properties and is only good as a projectile to aim at their contraption as they glide off[1]

The flying gypsies aerial position also allows for the placing of mass curses upon large areas at a time. Thus, they can often be heard to utter sinister, nonsensical phrases as they pass over towns and villages in their flying contraptions. They tend to stay away from cities, however, where there are large amounts of skyscrapers and tall buildings for them to fly into. This characteristic brought rise to the childhood playground rhyme:

Early Flying Gypsies

The first Flying Gypsies emerged in the Middle Ages. However at this time laws prohibiting the gypsies' lifestyle were much more relaxed than today, to the point that relatively few gypsies utilised this method. The few that did choose to construct their own gliders managed to fashion makeshift 'wings' out of scraps of cardboard and cotton material. Mainly used when out 'scrounging' for food at the local farm, the method was largely unsuccessful due to the large amounts of grazing animals which meant the user did not have sufficient clear runway for take-off. Needless to say, this led many 'flypsies' to an untimely and grisly end at the hands of ball bearing guns and sheepdog bites.

As air travel technology advanced, so did the Flying Gypsies' transportation options. The early 1800s saw the emergence of the hot air balloon as a result of vigorous research by the travelling population: some guy was bored one day and decided to put his flatulence to good use utilising an empty potato sack. For a while, the partially decomposed ram's bladder and duct tape used to create the balloon held out, but the method was quickly rendered redundant as bored pre-ASBO youths began to throw stones which would puncture the device.

The Golden Age of the Flying Gypsy

A gypsy with his flying machine

Around this time, Flying Gypsies was still quite scarce: most perished due to lack of aviation knowledge. In other words, they would generally jump off cliffs and fall to their deaths or get eaten by passing seagulls. However, as governments began to cotton on to their crooked scheme, they introduced measures to crack down on this so called "tax dodging scum". This gave rise to what would become known as the 'The Golden Age of the Flypsy. Coinciding with increased legislation around the turn of the twentieth century (shoot Flying Gypsies on sight) was the invention of the hang glider. This would become the icon of an era, defining the period as the 'Time of the Tramp'. When a police officer approached, the suspected gypsy, equipped with home made hang glider, would simply jump off the nearest cliff and glide to death safety in the valley below.

For years, police would find it hard to curb the Flypsies' activities, leaving the travellers to wallow in mud revel in their own self importance. Instead of joining the circus, people would take on the life of a Flying Gypsy, smashing into brick walls and crashing through farmers' barns gliding elegantly across the countryside.

Fall and Modern Day Resurgence

A flying gypsy proudly displays his home-made flying device.

The First World War put paid to the Flypsies. Literally pulped into submission by enemy fighter planes, the Flying Gypsies began to die out gradually as the twentieth century progressed.

The Flypsy still exists in modern (non) society, made possible by the convenient 'travellers act' which allows travellers to stay anywhere in the world they please for up to a week. This includes the grounds of Buckingham Palace and Jeremy Clarkson's back garden. However, after this seven day period, they must vacate otherwise the local government is granted a license to shoot them down with handguns. The remains are taken and recycled to make dog food and Tesco brand hamburgers with cheese.

In terms of technology, the Flying Gypsy is stuck in 1915 due to lack of funding. Attempts to bring the them up to date for the 21st century have been met with a lukewarm reception by the Guild of Tramps, who insist:

Modern prevention

To try and combat the existence of this 'particularly devious' sub-society of Flypsies, many local authorities have taken on experienced hang-gliders and fighter pilots to exterminate the 'pests'. Many country farmers have also fitted pellet guns to their crop-spraying planes to keep them at bay in the fallow winter months.

Residents can now purchase special sticky fly paper-like tarpaulins which drape over the roofs of houses to catch potential television aerial-stealing Flypsies. Laws state that the victim can then be stewed or eaten with lobbies. And they taste great with vinegar, apparently.


Look out below...

Wubblulubble. This article has been cursed by me, head gypsy dude Ramon V. Albertson. Gurrrgh. Should you read it, you too shall be 'encursed' for the rest of time. Muuuuuh. Be very afraid. The only way to break the curse is to buy one of my pebbles, erm, I mean precious gems, for £15. Or else, face the consequences, static mammal. Huwuhwuwh.


  1. Up the behind with KY jelly is most preferable.

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