Shanwick Shanwick, Wherefore art thou?
That was cute, apposite and bang to rights with the possibility of an exception or two.
He could be earning the equivalent of £120k pa, sitting by the pool with the hosties in Oahu, splendiferous in his four bared (barred ?) scants with a rum collins to hand. He might be secure in the knowledge that his little property sideline in Micheldever was going well and that his wife hadn't a clue about Doris, or Prudence or Jane.
It could, of course, all blow up anyway one day when he failed a medical and then remembered that hubris and the pride in his immortal body had prevented the coverage of adequate insurance to cover that eventuality.
Sic transit gloria mundi.
Farewell also to a very great man. John 11.
While I think of it. I have been many types of pilot.
Do not fall into the little trap of only wanting to be an airline pilot.
That\'s a bit like me syaing \'I want to drive a Roller for Rent a Wreck.\'
You can have an aweful lot of fun flying far more sophisticated equipment into much more interesting places than any of the good old boys who fly for good old BA or Virgin.
Airlines is neither the Alpha, nor by any means the Omega. It\'s just a bit of good old socialist nomenclatura. What Ho. Pass the EFIS.
