Surely you mean Brookfield?
Good evening Fred. Yes, you're quite right, I do mean Brookfield. And perhaps were you to spend less time in the land of smug self-satisfaction and more in the land of the truth, you'd feel less inclined to advertise your peculiar brand of light-aircraft, couscous-fueled superiority. I'm happy for you that you eat so well, truly I am, and to be sure you make my €5.50 toasted Ryanair panini sound rather poorly by comparison, but then I'm not one bad landing or a disgruntled Russian slut away from summary dismissal, am I? Such are my choices in life, Fred. Such are yours. All power to ya, old boy, but keen as I know you are on the subject of Slim baiting, lets you and I try to be friends, eh? I feel quite sure old Slim will have plenty to say on the subject when he's released from solitary.
But I digress. Perhaps you'll find the following helpful, Fred.
So that you can convince us all of this claim I will ask you (again!), what do Ryanair pay into your pension?
Nocturnal Emission99 demands attention, and so he shall have it.
The answer to you question as to what Ryanair pays into my pension each month, night squirt, is zero. Nada, nothing, not an iota. Not a brass farthing, or the smallest of razoo. I hope that clears things up for you.
To this I should add that, before social obligations, I made €18,200 last month. Of that, I placed €10,000 into my self managed retirement fund; high yielding equities mainly, because I'm of the view that retirement planning, like so much else in life, is
MY responsibility and no one else's. Besides, I trust my own financial judgment far further than I would the unseen hand of so-called pensioned legacy carriers. For further details, consult the dwarf of County Wicklow and the
Tailwind divestment syndicate, or as I like to call it, the
leveraged negative equity dance club. I can't speak for other pilots in my situation, but then I'm just a common or garden-variety Ryanair throttle monkey, nothing special, and so I imagine my financial story is not an isolated one.
A lie doesn't get true by repeating it endlessly.
Last word to studi, that plucky doyen of the shrill, batsqueek of meaningless dissent. You'd do well to remind BLAPA of the truth of your words. Clearly, they represent a lesson yet to be taken aboard.