After an appallingly bad night out having just finished all the exams and tests for my CPL I took off in a 300 to burn off the last few hours I had to fly for license issue. I knew my flying was rough due to the near fatal hangover I was suffering. Landed on the field to think and then undid the control frictions.
Straight back to the hangar and straight back to bed. Never touched tequilla since
Took off from a rig and flew back to base in a S61. Usual grot weather. I had checked the fuel samples and the caps. Complained to ops about a strange vibe whilst on the way home. Met in dispersal by an engineer who immediately started to coil up the hundred feet of earthing cable still attached to the tail wheel. Interviewed without coffee or sit down for that one. P2 Still laughs
