about being able to afford a big jet flight to Africa or some Far Eastern less well equipped airport*, and "fuck this idiot's buy me a coffee...let 'im starve of no sparklies on is moccas..."
The last flight of the tour: " Brucie look.... you see those mountains all around us thems the Pyrenees.... now even smaller hillocks can have very turbulent balls of air rotating fast in the downwind that can rip apart an airliner.... them big jobs up ahead en route back home to Missus Brucie all in panic callin you every 3 mins her limmo is late to pick you up from where a taxi would be far more efficient and you can keep the change....it's kind of hit and miss anyway..maybe ruskie roultette with a10,00o chambers..... add in to that, well ok these thunderstorms are pretty fierce.... and add to that not exactly on the ball Airt Trafic Control.... we now have in front of us a gun with maybe 50 or 100 chambers....
" for all your voodoo sweet singing about Daughters To The Slaughter and all that...and numbers of tyhe beast.... there is no way of knowing....
" we could time travel to the future and see the rather dour Mister Mentour give a longwinded explanation of what can never be predicted.... pure chance
" we cannot know if one of them rockstar killing acts of god is in front of us a quarter of a mile after take off.... for ALL YOUR BLOODY PILOT BOOKS they dont tell you that.... as its against health 'n safety... and against a false ethos of all is scientific in the air...
" look we're in the Rolly of rocks star aviatrix beasts..numbered two hundred....... Whitney had a 300 in her movie - even if it might not have been made 30 years ago [from today].... our Kingair 200 is sturdier is the jet powered workhorse bulletproof reliable solid as a rock..... and so we either just head for them hills....or not.... i don't care ...nobody can predict a mind like any of you ridiculous egomaniac lot.... so tell me whether or not you care...
" its like this....your choice.... me, if you say go back home to the YAnk now.... ....me i just light a fag and pour a coffee ... then i just close my eyes and then push the throttled to the wall and put some actually good music on my headphones to drown out the racket of the hailstones.... and go to sleep until we've got above em at three miles up.... i can say no more....
" but you cannot control it....nobody can know if an act of god or your Beast is there and going to microburst on us today..and squash us as if we're a bug turd even a bug brushes off as if it never even shat it out.....even if we were in a Jumbo, almost just as danger of death....
"..... maybe even one in a hundred with this amount of grumblers around.... i would guess best odds a thousand......me i would go but its not me who's payin' the bill..its Up To You.... "
* many still don't have windshear alert radar ...or in a plane with a broken Doppler radar as they're still allowed to fly with it bust ....
PArt 2 next the most rediculous so called rock star in history....
