Balewa!
Now it comes back to me! At first I thought you must have been in the right seat with me at some time, but no, I would have remembered you better.
You were the guy who used to drive the tractor for Precision, right, towing the honey-bucket.
Respect, Bro'! You have moved up in the world since then.
Me, no cucumbers, just a JAR licence and a job as a Twin Otter pilot. No more jet job, boo-hoo! Feel better now?
Rooinecks I have no problem with. At least they are easy to share the skies with, no cutting in front or babbling abuse on an active ATC frequency like some people I could name.