I've got Andy Muniandy's book here. I thought he owned a rubber plantation in Malaysia.
The art with dealing with A to Z was to refuse to do his list - bless him, he actually examined the sim records of the incumbent crew and then prioritized them to list all the ticks for the BTRs.
Once you'd done as many ticks as was reasonable (rather than possible) - he relaxed.
I wrote a song about that too . . .
SIMULATED TALKING BLUES
(Brian May 1979 )
When you come to the sim, your heart’s in your boots
You’ve got to face it and forget those routes
You knew it could happen and it did this time
You got your B Cat, that’s your crime
Hand in your flying-suit, plan your weekends
For eighteen months you’re forced to stop
From flying enroute, your spirit flops
You’re on the move, this ain’t no line
Now even HTS seems fine
Like the difference between leukemia and dying – just a question of time
The crews come in and beg to be shot
They’ve looked at the board and seen who’ve they’ve got
A to Z’s just got to be seen
He’ll give every tick there’s ever been . . . and then some
Efficient little devil ain’t he?
He lists the snags, a foolscap side
It’s enough to make you run and hide
Off we go at great haste, what’s this a five minute space?
Must be Friday, No his watch stopped, Biro overheat!
Now the man in the office is really a pearl
Ayatollah Smith really makes you hurl
Who says humans can’t be simulated
Pity he’s not where he’s appreciated . . . Tehran . . . Iran . . . as a hostage
You may think I’m bitter, you may think I’m sick
I’ve got a nagging doubt that just won’t click
YES, it WILL, there’s a way I cried
It’s really quite simple, called suicide
AFTER euthanasia for retired officers, and assassination of religious leaders
Why die now? I’d be a hero!
Last edited by Brian W May; 18th Apr 2015 at 20:30.
Reason: Song lyrics added