Fantom.
All military flying is better (more fun) than civvy flying.
Turning upside down is fun. G is OK. Putting your tailwheel on the needle spike of a German Alpine peak then conducting a 360 spot turn around the wheel on a gin clear, cloudless, windless day beats most stuff.
Horses for courses, really.
Each to his own. In the words of the beer advert:
"I've got this, you've got that. I've got it right, end of chat."
Better to be a transport pilot sampling all London has to offer than a 20-something virgin Tornado pilot stuck in Lossie beating off in his lonely room in the Mess in Lossiemouth prior to the Valley posting as an instructor.
Then he gets the inflatable upgrade.
Rotary blokes pity you. Because you get all the ****ty postings, with none of the advantages.
Birds don't care how fast your jet goes.