It's around this time on a Sunday night after a couple of stiff malt whiskies and whilst the Mrs watches David Tennant getting his end away on the BBC that I think, wouldn't it be cool to log onto prune and give the masses the benefit of a pithy one liner. One that would summarise the dismay of the AEOp world both at Kinloss, Waddo and the various outposts we find ourselves in. I could even attempt to endear ourselves us to our Loadie bretheren both fixed wing and rotary.
Unfortuneately I just feel quite sad that we as a trade will probably never be the same again, that the RAF is pretty much bobbing around with the last floaters in the toilet of defence and that Moray (a county most of my family know as home) is unlikely to recover from being raped by the aftermath of the bankers and sharletons who peddle lies and deceit in the City.
