Flew with the Irish midget angry man one night ..... (I'm so rich I buy hotels my kids know George Harrison's kids)
The little prick got up so take a piss, and just as a matter of habit I said "my radios"
He gets back from the toilet and starts to berate me ... "They are not your radios they're my F$&*King radios and this is my aircraft and I'm the commander"
I'm thinking holy cow (Psycho) ....
He jumps back in the seat and says "I have control - MYYYYYYY radios"
I slide my chair back grab some manuals and start reading and let the midget go single pilot. Well we start to hit some wide spread thunder storms and Chinese airspace and he's working like a dog - but I'm refusing to engage this rude prick.
Eventually in this timid little voice he goes "mate could you give me a hand here"
No problem ..... grab the clip board "My Radios"
