The Reason I Left Court Line (Who really Cares?)
It was quite simple - gazing out from the ops office window at all those gaily coloured aeroplanes on the ramp made me feel quite queasy. Frankly, and I hope confidentially, I can tell you that quite simply they reminded me of rather exotic iced cakes, not Lyons Corner House you understand but more Fortnum and Mason. Alas it was at the latter that my Great Aunt (whom I shan't name) would take me to tea every Friday afternoon having before-hand administered to me my weekly strapping. Here she would ply me with sickly fare in an attempt to keep my mouth shut (difficult when eating cake).
Thus I was still emotionally scarred (and grossly overweight) a year or two later when I presented myself for an interview with Captain Maurice Rowan for the position of Ops assistant/teaboy at the beginning of 1966.
"Well any questions Young Man?" the Boss glanced out at the fog which was enveloping the airfield and frowned.
"Yes Sir. Does the Company envisage any change to its present livery?"
One would like to say that this question was met by thunderstruck silence, but a Viking was running up outside the hangar.
"Good Lord No Old Boy! We leave that sort of thing to Braniff."
Happy New Year to you all!
Last edited by OUAQUKGF Ops; 28th Dec 2009 at 18:03.