Boomerang.
I don't bet. Times are lean in many places and the transportation costs for multi limbed elephants can be prohibitive.
However, were I a betting man, I would wager that little old M will walk away from this pickle jar without a jail sentence.
I can't quite remember his age but he must be around the early forties? I would expect therefore to hear more of him in aviation, probably outside of South African shores.
I well remember his endearing habit of jabbing furiously at any engine gauge needle fluctuation and then, having riveted the attention of the front row passenger on what was always a normal needle wibble, turning around in his seat and grinning benignly at them. That's why we started putting the Sun City hookers in the jump seat, so that he couldn't be seen from the cockpit.
There you are. We turned his trick to our advantage.
