Aussie pilots are BEST known for their....
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Aussie pilots are BEST known for their....
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Being the originator, I would like to proffer the first offering.
THICK SKINS - (fore
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BTW, "whinging/whining" is reserved for our Pommie cousins!!
Being the originator, I would like to proffer the first offering.
THICK SKINS - (fore
).BTW, "whinging/whining" is reserved for our Pommie cousins!!
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Well it must be humility and good manners apart from the odd one or two who by outspokeness make it hard for others to follow.
Happened some years back and seems to be happening again judging by some comments on the behaviour of some individuals.:o
Happened some years back and seems to be happening again judging by some comments on the behaviour of some individuals.:o
Patience
I think the following (from my PNG days) typifies what Aussie pilots are best known for:
What is a Talair Pilot?
Between the security of second childhood and the insecurity of childhood, we find that fascinating group of humanity called Talair pilots. They come in all shapes, sizes, weights and states of drunkenness.
They can be found anywhere - in planes, in crewrooms, in love, in bars, and always in debt. Girls love them, towns tolerate them and the government supports them. A Talair pilot is laziness with a deck of cards, bravery with dark glasses, and the protector of the Earth with a copy of Playboy. He has the brains of an idiot, the energy of a sea turtle, the slyness of a fox, the stories of a sea captain, the sincerity of a liar, the aspirations of a Casanova and when he wants anything it is usually connected with leave.
Some of his interests are - gins, silver bellies (occasionally) and members of the opposite sex. No one else can cram into their pocket, a little black book, a packet of crushed cigarettes, a picture of his girl, a comb, a pack of cards, a can opener and what’s left of last months pay.
He likes to spend his money on silver bellies, some on beer, some on repairs to his car, some on cards, the rest he spends foolishly.
A Talair pilot is a magical creature; you can keep him out of your house but not out of trouble. You can chase him out of Operations on orders, but not out of the courthouse, or post office.
He is a one and only, bleary eyed good for nothing bundle of worries, but all your dreams become insignificant when he comes into your office, stands at attention in front of you with those bleary eyes and says “GO AND GET %$#^&*!”
That conjures an almost forgotten mental apparition of many old friends who post here, including Sharpie, Windy, Capt Vege and many more..........
What is a Talair Pilot?
Between the security of second childhood and the insecurity of childhood, we find that fascinating group of humanity called Talair pilots. They come in all shapes, sizes, weights and states of drunkenness.
They can be found anywhere - in planes, in crewrooms, in love, in bars, and always in debt. Girls love them, towns tolerate them and the government supports them. A Talair pilot is laziness with a deck of cards, bravery with dark glasses, and the protector of the Earth with a copy of Playboy. He has the brains of an idiot, the energy of a sea turtle, the slyness of a fox, the stories of a sea captain, the sincerity of a liar, the aspirations of a Casanova and when he wants anything it is usually connected with leave.
Some of his interests are - gins, silver bellies (occasionally) and members of the opposite sex. No one else can cram into their pocket, a little black book, a packet of crushed cigarettes, a picture of his girl, a comb, a pack of cards, a can opener and what’s left of last months pay.
He likes to spend his money on silver bellies, some on beer, some on repairs to his car, some on cards, the rest he spends foolishly.
A Talair pilot is a magical creature; you can keep him out of your house but not out of trouble. You can chase him out of Operations on orders, but not out of the courthouse, or post office.
He is a one and only, bleary eyed good for nothing bundle of worries, but all your dreams become insignificant when he comes into your office, stands at attention in front of you with those bleary eyes and says “GO AND GET %$#^&*!”
That conjures an almost forgotten mental apparition of many old friends who post here, including Sharpie, Windy, Capt Vege and many more..........
Last edited by Torres; 22nd Aug 2002 at 02:07.