Only two and a half years until I'm celebrating my thirtieth birthday. Or should that be drowning my sorrows?
Ten years ago I thought by now I'd be working behing a desk, maybe own a house, car and be seeing a nice girl, whilst staring with glazed eyes up at the skies loning to be one you aviators.
In reality I am indeed working behind a desk, have my own car, but I don't own my own house yet due to this flying lark! Six hundred hours and a variety of different licences and certificates haven't really left me any spare cash over for the mortgage... oh and no girlfriend either.
I really should get my priorities right one day.
Best wishes,
Charlie Zulu.
Last edited by Charlie Zulu; 12th September 2004 at 09:23.