ahh...the cocktail party..
The best part of the whole miserable 2 days if memory serves me correctly. Had a few drinks and left on the next plane out of there.
What it serves ito achieve is a mystery.. someone from the RAF might be able to explain?
I put on my uniform, brush my hair, go to work, fly the plane safely, have a laugh, come home again in one piece. Standing in a room talking to a bunch of strangers who are trying to read my mind whislt drinking beer (where's the bloody cocktail then!!?) has never come into my job description as a pilot.
Where have I been?
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