I'm sorry Mr. Gusset, I just have to sit down. It's opinions such as yours that mean we pilots have to continually take it up the starfish with no lube! Your post is an outrage. And when the young pup has had an incident just watch the management team produce so much octopus ink for a smoke screen that you can't even see where you're swimming in Sligo bay.
I agree with you on one point, however, the only way that some of these young jockeys can glean back their expenditure is to skip out on their rightful tax dues, thereby becoming a burden on society, who in the name of California would condone such behaviour: I tell you this P2F has to stop, it's Dastardly.
I hear you about our salaries: I had to eat in McDonald's the other day down route: the Subway was, alas, just as in your case, out of my price range. These days I can't afford a Euro for a Celtic sausage.
(hell if I even bought the sausage my Pussy would snatch the thing as Per a cat's rights to do).
