Caveman, indeed welcome back to 'the game'. I thought it would be fun to pair up with Spike considering your pairing up with Jetgo Management.
Now I must say that your waffle about entry level AOC blah blah was so messy that I will pass on making comment. I do agree that 'time will tell' in relation to JetGo's success. Besides, the more that we all banter on about JetGo then the more free publicity the brand gets, so that must be good for the industry, yes?
A couple of things,
I do hope that your oleo extension isn’t literal though while having a go at me.
Don't flatter yourself. Sorry to dissapoint you but the answer is 'no'.
FYI, the last time I needed a tissue in the cockpit and had to handover, was a few years ago now, when I had to wipe the drool off my chin after seeing one of the new glamours working down the back and before going to have a chat with her.
Same thing happenned to me once. But I learned to contain my drool and save it for the post flight activities.
slice,
A lot of emotional attachment there for someone who doesn't work for Jetgo.
Agreed. A lot of emotional waffle spoken by Caveman. I think an injection of testosterone and some prozac and lithium may get him back on track. Last thing an airline needs is an emotionally unstable pilot at the helm.
P.S. Boys, it’s nice to see Spike that Oleo has forgiven your positive JetGo comments, and Spike that you’ve forgotten Oleo’s “brown tongue” comment, as that tongue wouldn’t have been fun when, as you again seem to be, figuratively speaking, “swapping warm spit in the showers” (Clint Eastwood, Heartbreak Ridge). I truly don’t want to know if it’s actually physical though, as that would be a hideous image, unless you’re 2 women of course; in which case, please post some pictures
I'm glad Spike has a sense of humour. It would appear that although worlds apart we are able to jab serious or stirring comments at each other with no hard feelings or 'emotional scarring'. Caveman you could learn a lesson.
You are obviously the self opinionated, egomaniac pilot prig that we picked you to be. It has been fun playing with you.
Spike, you know him well !
The first edition of H.W. Fowler's Modern English Useage has the following definition:
A prig is a believer in red tape; that is, he exalts the method above the work done. A prig, like the Pharisee, says: "God, I thank thee that I am not as other men are"—except that he often substitutes Self for God. A prig is one who works out his paltry accounts to the last farthing, while his millionaire neighbour lets accounts take care of themselves. A prig expects others to square themselves to his very inadequate measuring rod, and condemns them with confidence if they do not. A prig is wise beyond his years in all things that do not matter. A prig cracks nuts with a steamhammer: that is, calls in the first principles of morality to decide whether he may, or must, do something of as little importance as drinking a glass of beer. On the whole, one may, perhaps, say that all his different characteristics come from the combination, in varying proportions, of three things—the desire to do his duty, the belief that he knows better than other people, and blindness to the difference in value between different things.
The character of the prig was encapsulated in Charles Dickens portrait of the day-nurse Betsy Prig—capable of a "rapid change from banter to ferocity" but always referred to by night-nurse Sarah Gamp as "the best of creeturs"—in his novel Martin Chuzzlewit:
The best among us have their failings, and it must be conceded of
Mrs Prig, that if there were a blemish in the goodness of her disposition, it
was a habit she had of not bestowing all its sharp and acid properties upon her
patients (as a thoroughly amiable woman would have done), but of keeping a
considerable remainder for the service of her friends. Highly pickled salmon,
and lettuces chopped up in vinegar, may, as viands possessing some acidity of
their own, have encouraged and increased this failing in Mrs Prig; and every
application to the teapot certainly did; for it was often remarked of her by her
friends, that she was most contradictory when most elevated. It is certain that
her countenance became about this time derisive and defiant, and that she sat
with her arms folded, and one eye shut up, in a somewhat offensive, because
obstrusively [sic?] intelligent, manner.