Reunited.

In what can only be described as ‘what the fuck is my life’

I’ve just been presented with the third small dead bird of the last 4 days. I’m starting to feel like a really sinister version of the KFC colonel, the Hitler of small birds, if you will.

Interesting to see if my expenses have been signed off when I get back….

60% booze
20% parking
20% sandwiches and sparkling water

Little bit of flight anxiety for me there.

Oh for pities sake 🙄

Tested positive for explosives at the airport. Brilliant.

I suit being a captain. My newly landed A321 in Heathrow. No biggie. Do this every day.

What are you absolutely adamant you could do without being qualified to do so?

I could 100% land a plane. Big one. After tonight? Could also drive a yacht. Easy.

We have time yet.

We’re at the marina. Neil’s banned me from asking people if I can see their boat. Nut there’s some REALLY big boats. And I want to go on one. And he’s at the bathroom.

I’m 80% anchovies and tomatoes at this stage.

How would I find out the name of a boat? A privately owned one?

Selfie Vs Tagged

My friend sent this to me. Stings

Sometimes I read my own tweets back and laugh. I don’t think anyone will ever find me funnier than I find myself.

Good team talk.

No thank you.