ME needs 60,000 drivers in 20yrs...
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We are not drivers we are pilots and as such professionals.
Now, to all our Ryanair colleagues : shave, shine your shoes, stop using so much hair gel, when possible put your jacket on and wear your hat.
Drivers operate taxis and delivery trucks.
Now, to all our Ryanair colleagues : shave, shine your shoes, stop using so much hair gel, when possible put your jacket on and wear your hat.
Drivers operate taxis and delivery trucks.
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We are not drivers we are pilots and as such professionals.
Bob, I think he was referring to our own FOs, not those still in RA; in the meantime, you can have my hat if you're that keen!
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Another clown having a pop at Ryanair and "professionalism", you need to relax your grip a bit mate. If I was to bet on who's going to lose a jet first out of Ryanair and the Gulf big three, my money wouldn't be on Ryanair 
Anyway you needn't worry too much, the word is well and truly out in the European lo-cos, about how bad things have got in the sandpit. In another year or two, when they're holding recruitment fairs in real third world bastions of aviation safety like Liberia and Congo, they'll be bloody grateful for every Ryanair CV they can get believe me.
Anyway you needn't worry too much, the word is well and truly out in the European lo-cos, about how bad things have got in the sandpit. In another year or two, when they're holding recruitment fairs in real third world bastions of aviation safety like Liberia and Congo, they'll be bloody grateful for every Ryanair CV they can get believe me.
Bob, I think he was referring to our own FOs, not those still in RA; in the meantime, you can have my hat if you're that keen!
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Hope they give me a call, cos I can ride a camel, drive a 4WD and shoot straight. I can also fly non stop for 36 hrs, survive on a fist full of beans and a bottle or three of Guttoraid (Lemon & Lime only).
PS: Rynair co-pilots are a classic case of, U get wat yer pay for (After deductions for training costs). A slave is a slave, no more and no less. Some of dem dun't know English too well and can't spell!
PS: Rynair co-pilots are a classic case of, U get wat yer pay for (After deductions for training costs). A slave is a slave, no more and no less. Some of dem dun't know English too well and can't spell!
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Now, to all our Ryanair colleagues : shave, shine your shoes, stop using so much hair gel, when possible put your jacket on and wear your hat.
Looking forward to having Cabaye back,
Alan
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WHEN MEN WERE MEN AND 707s ROAMED THE EARTH..,,,,,ABSOLUTLY BRILLIANT,HOW & HOW TRUE, HOW TRUE......
To:
The Age of the 707
That smoke is from the 1,700 pounds of water injection the J-57s used for take off. (Go to the overrun and suck the gear up)
Those were the good ole days. Pilots back then were men that
didn't want to be women or girly men. Pilots all knew who
Jimmy Doolittle was. Pilots drank coffee, whiskey, smoked
cigars and didn't wear digital watches.
They carried their own suitcases and brain bags, like the
real men they were. Pilots didn't bend over into the
crash position multiple times each day in front of the
passengers at security so that some Gov't agent could
probe for tweezers or fingernail clippers or too much toothpaste.
Pilots did not go through the terminal impersonating a
caddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars, and feed
bags full of tofu and granola on a sissy-trailer with no hat
and granny glasses hanging on a pink string around their
pencil neck while talking to their personal trainer on the
cell phone!!!
Being an airline Captain was as good as being the King in a
Mel Brooks movie. All the Stewardesses (aka.
Flight Attendants) were young, attractive, single women that were
proud to be combatants in the sexual revolution. They didn't
have to turn sideways, grease up and suck it in to get
through the cockpit door. They would blush,
and say thank you, when told that they looked good, instead of filing a
sexual harassment claim.
Junior Stewardesses shared a room and
talked about men.... with no thoughts of substitution.
Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite; they could
speak AND understand English. They didn't speak gibberish or
listen to loud gangsta rap on their IPods. They bathed
and didn't smell like a rotting pile of garbage in a jogging
suit and flip-flops.
Children didn't travel alone, commuting
between trailer parks.
There were no Biggest Losers asking for
a seatbelt extension or a Scotch and grapefruit juice
cocktail with a twist.
If the Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerk
off the airplane, it was done without any worries of a
lawsuit or getting fired.
Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom and
left an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotive
burning soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once the
throttles were pushed up they were left there. After all, it was the
jet age and the idea was to go fast (run like a lizard on a
hardwood floor).
"Economy cruise" was something in the
performance book, but no one knew why or where it was. When
the clacker went off, no one got all tight and scared because
Boeing built it out of iron. Nothing was going to fall off and
that sound had the same effect on real pilots then, as
Viagra does now for these new age guys.
There was very little plastic and no composites on
the airplanes (or the Stewardesses' pectoral regions). Airplanes
and women had eye-pleasing symmetrical curves, not a bunch
of ugly vortex generators, ventral fins, winglets, flow
diverters, tattoos, rings in their nose, tongues and eyebrows.
Airlines were run by men like C.R. Smith, Juan Trippe, and Bob Six,
who had built their companies virtually from scratch, knew most
of their employees by name, and were lifetime airline
employees themselves.. ..not pseudo financiers and bean
counters who flit from one occupation to another for a
few bucks, a better parachute or a fancier title, while
fervently believing that they are a class of beings unto themselves.
And so it was back then....and never will be again!
To:
The Age of the 707
That smoke is from the 1,700 pounds of water injection the J-57s used for take off. (Go to the overrun and suck the gear up)
Those were the good ole days. Pilots back then were men that
didn't want to be women or girly men. Pilots all knew who
Jimmy Doolittle was. Pilots drank coffee, whiskey, smoked
cigars and didn't wear digital watches.
They carried their own suitcases and brain bags, like the
real men they were. Pilots didn't bend over into the
crash position multiple times each day in front of the
passengers at security so that some Gov't agent could
probe for tweezers or fingernail clippers or too much toothpaste.
Pilots did not go through the terminal impersonating a
caddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars, and feed
bags full of tofu and granola on a sissy-trailer with no hat
and granny glasses hanging on a pink string around their
pencil neck while talking to their personal trainer on the
cell phone!!!
Being an airline Captain was as good as being the King in a
Mel Brooks movie. All the Stewardesses (aka.
Flight Attendants) were young, attractive, single women that were
proud to be combatants in the sexual revolution. They didn't
have to turn sideways, grease up and suck it in to get
through the cockpit door. They would blush,
and say thank you, when told that they looked good, instead of filing a
sexual harassment claim.
Junior Stewardesses shared a room and
talked about men.... with no thoughts of substitution.
Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite; they could
speak AND understand English. They didn't speak gibberish or
listen to loud gangsta rap on their IPods. They bathed
and didn't smell like a rotting pile of garbage in a jogging
suit and flip-flops.
Children didn't travel alone, commuting
between trailer parks.
There were no Biggest Losers asking for
a seatbelt extension or a Scotch and grapefruit juice
cocktail with a twist.
If the Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerk
off the airplane, it was done without any worries of a
lawsuit or getting fired.
Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom and
left an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotive
burning soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once the
throttles were pushed up they were left there. After all, it was the
jet age and the idea was to go fast (run like a lizard on a
hardwood floor).
"Economy cruise" was something in the
performance book, but no one knew why or where it was. When
the clacker went off, no one got all tight and scared because
Boeing built it out of iron. Nothing was going to fall off and
that sound had the same effect on real pilots then, as
Viagra does now for these new age guys.
There was very little plastic and no composites on
the airplanes (or the Stewardesses' pectoral regions). Airplanes
and women had eye-pleasing symmetrical curves, not a bunch
of ugly vortex generators, ventral fins, winglets, flow
diverters, tattoos, rings in their nose, tongues and eyebrows.
Airlines were run by men like C.R. Smith, Juan Trippe, and Bob Six,
who had built their companies virtually from scratch, knew most
of their employees by name, and were lifetime airline
employees themselves.. ..not pseudo financiers and bean
counters who flit from one occupation to another for a
few bucks, a better parachute or a fancier title, while
fervently believing that they are a class of beings unto themselves.
And so it was back then....and never will be again!
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In my experience, the guys who preach from the pulpit about shiny shoes and hat regulations, are the same guys who answer the phone on their day off, accept every roster violation without a whimper, are desperately crawling up management's ass for the next DFO job, and still think they're the most smoking hot "professionals" on earth.
Give me a guy in flip flops and baseball cap, as long as he knows how to fly a jet, work as a team, and doesn't do my head in when I have to sit next to him for 12 hours
Give me a guy in flip flops and baseball cap, as long as he knows how to fly a jet, work as a team, and doesn't do my head in when I have to sit next to him for 12 hours
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WHEN MEN WERE MEN AND 707s ROAMED THE EARTH..,,,,,ABSOLUTLY BRILLIANT,HOW & HOW TRUE, HOW TRUE......
To:
The Age of the 707
That smoke is from the 1,700 pounds of water injection the J-57s used for take off. (Go to the overrun and suck the gear up) .....
And so it was back then....and never will be again!
To:
The Age of the 707
That smoke is from the 1,700 pounds of water injection the J-57s used for take off. (Go to the overrun and suck the gear up) .....
And so it was back then....and never will be again!
The Age of the 707
That smoke is from the 1,700 pounds of water injection the J-57s used for take off. (Go to the overrun and suck the gear up)
Those were the good ole days. Pilots back then were men that didn't want to be women or girly men. Pilots all knew who Jimmy Doolittle was.
Pilots drank coffee, whiskey, smoked cigars and didn't wear digital watches.
They carried their own suitcases and brain bags, like the real men they were.
Pilots didn't bend over into the crash position multiple times each day in front of the passengers at security so that some Gov't agent could probe for tweezers or fingernail clippers or too much toothpaste. Pilots did not go through the terminal impersonating a
caddy pulling a bunch of golf clubs, computers, guitars, and feed bags full of tofu and granola on a sissy-trailer with no hat and granny glasses hanging on a pink string around their pencil neck while talking to their personal trainer on the cell phone!!!
Being an airline Captain was as good as being the King in a Mel Brooks movie.
All the Stewardesses (aka. Flight Attendants) were young, attractive, single women that were proud to be combatants in the sexual revolution. They didn't have to turn sideways, grease up and suck it in to get through the cockpit door. They would blush, and say thank you, when told that they looked good, instead of filing a sexual harassment claim.
Junior Stewardesses shared a room and
talked about men.... with no thoughts of substitution.
Passengers wore nice clothes and were polite; they could speak AND understand English. They didn't speak gibberish or listen to loud gangsta rap on their IPods. They bathed and didn't smell like a rotting pile of garbage in a jogging suit and flip-flops.
Children didn't travel alone, commuting between trailer parks.
There were no Biggest Losers asking for a seatbelt extension or a Scotch and grapefruit juice
cocktail with a twist.
If the Captain wanted to throw some offensive, ranting jerk off the airplane, it was done without any worries of a lawsuit or getting fired.
Axial flow engines crackled with the sound of freedom and left an impressive black smoke trail like a locomotive burning soft coal. Jet fuel was cheap and once the throttles were pushed up they were left there. After all, it was the jet age and the idea was to go fast (run like a lizard on a hardwood floor).
"Economy cruise" was something in the performance book, but no one knew why or where it was. When
the clacker went off, no one got all tight and scared because Boeing built it out of iron. Nothing was going to fall off and that sound had the same effect on real pilots then, as Viagra does now for these new age guys.
There was very little plastic and no composites on
the airplanes (or the Stewardesses' pectoral regions). Airplanes and women had eye-pleasing symmetrical curves, not a bunch of ugly vortex generators, ventral fins, winglets, flow diverters, tattoos, rings in their nose, tongues and eyebrows.
Airlines were run by men like C.R. Smith, Juan Trippe, and Bob Six, who had built their companies virtually from scratch, knew most of their employees by name, and were lifetime airline employees themselves.. ..not pseudo financiers and bean counters who flit from one occupation to another for a few bucks, a better parachute or a fancier title, while fervently believing that they are a class of beings unto themselves.
And so it was back then....and never will be again!
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I have nothing to do with Ryanair.
However, the ex-Ryanair FOs I fly with on the triple are nothing but highly-disciplined professionals. Maybe those on the 380 have a different experience.
The lesser-disciplined FOs I fly with tend to be older ex-flag carrier types. Not a generalisation, just my observations from my own experiences.
In fact, being honest I would like the ex-Ryan guys to have a little bit more flexibility as they're extremely rigid, contradictory to their apparent background. They're all young-ish guys wanting to learn though, which makes for a nice day out.
However, the ex-Ryanair FOs I fly with on the triple are nothing but highly-disciplined professionals. Maybe those on the 380 have a different experience.
The lesser-disciplined FOs I fly with tend to be older ex-flag carrier types. Not a generalisation, just my observations from my own experiences.
In fact, being honest I would like the ex-Ryan guys to have a little bit more flexibility as they're extremely rigid, contradictory to their apparent background. They're all young-ish guys wanting to learn though, which makes for a nice day out.
