Ah, the truth will out.
Dear Ryanair colleagues,
I'd wondered what it was that had put a wild hair up the arse of BLAPA. Given their lethargic history and slovenly instincts, BLAPA's actions in pursuit of Ryanair could be described as rather like Robbie Coltrane running the four-minute mile! Aha, but what's this? The smoking gun.
In case you, too, had wondered why it was that the historical inertia of BLAPA, when it comes to matters Ryanair, has recently been eclipsed by an indelicate haste for recognition, here, from a recent newsletter, is their raisons d'état; the killer app.
A change in Government could see the legislation for recognition wiped
out and Ryanair’s increased seasonal work will probably mean fewer
pilots are needed to work under a permanent contract.
Aha, so that's what's bothering BLAPA. In that case, I say bring on the Tories. Someone should alert that nice old Etonian with a fondness for coke, that BLAPA are circling the drain. Hurrah!