Some newshound, me...
I usually go flashing past that Caverton hangar at the speed of heat, vision fixed upon my 328's flight display so that I can speak my lines as PNF. It was only yesterday that I could spare a glance rightwards over my shoulder as the mighty A340-600 sundered the surly bonds headed for realms empyrian. Then I got a crick in my neck thanks to the new super-deluxe seats that aim your gaze 30 degrees left of centreline, thus making it v. difficult to look out the relatively tiny windows.
As to who or what I may have been referring to, I would simply say that nothing here is to be construed to refer to anyone living, dead, deported, departed or just temporarily vanished, practically all of this being a pure work of fiction. And the truthful bits are obviously written by someone who doesn't know what he is talking about anyway. Otherwise, dear boy, I would be a manager, Q.E.D. So I guess that puts me in the clear.