Ok, relax. I'm back. Look, chaps & chappets, it has GOTTA be...................MONARCH. In 1976, I drove up from Ealing in my Ford Anglia for the Monarch Selection procedure. Luton airport was absolutely dreadful. Windy, rainy, appalling car workers everywhere. Found the Monarch hangar. Chief Pilot ushered me into a corner office, one at a time because the door jammed up against his desk. Usual cordials & he asked if I was cold. I was so numb with cold I don't think the words came out so he put on one bar of his two bar electric heater that then made the Office stink of burning dust. I was later offered RHS B720. YES ! 720 !! I wish I had taken it because I would have just retired from MONARCH a very happy bunny. They are still around & employees appear annoyingly happy.