Doors to Automatic, by the time I set the park brake on Stand 21 at Gatwick for that final time, I felt I'd done QUITE ENOUGH thank you. Job done, here's the uniform back, now where's my pension?
It was fun, mostly, but for the last few years it felt like 80% aggro/20% enjoyment of the flying. I retired in April 2000, before the security ramifications of 9/11, which would've pushed the aggro to 90% in my book. Far from going from something to nothing, it was the other way round. I regained control of my life and went and did something else with what's left of it.
That's not to say that I don't pop back here occasionally, and put in my tuppenceworth. Oh and I didn't actually ever do my last rostered flight ...
