There seems to be a bit of disparity in your position in the A340 Pecking order....if you don't know Brian Mitchell...you ain't anyone !!!!Originally Posted by Sky High Bluebird
Is that the best you can do from your google search
Yet you seem to be unable to name any such operators.
Altacara Aviation arent an AOC are they Walt ?
They are a one man shell company belonging to a London restauranter , quite common for aircraft owners,
But not for a commercial AOC.
As for sharpening up your act you are now publicly admitting that prior to the sala incident the company
You work for was involved in sharp practices with regards commercial flying activities............interesting !!
Im beginning to think you dont really thoroughly understand your cut & paste nonsense.
Ps dont know who Mr Mitchell is and I suspect you dont but he does come up on a LinkedIn search for top 25 pilot profiles at Virgin Atlantic.
Even Father Doogal knows Brian Mitchell, so I think for you it's time for bed
`Hello children. It s a quarter to six. Time today. for Magic Roundabout...` `I wonder where Florence is?` ,said Dougal. `I m over here.` ,said Florence. `Hello, Florence.` ,said Dougal. `Hello, Dougal.` ,said Florence. `Boing!` `Hello, Florence and Dougal.` ,said Zebadee. `Hello, Zebadee.` ,said Dougal and Florence. `Hello, Zebadee, Florence and Dougal.` ,said Dillon. `Hello, Dillon.` ,said Zebadee, Florence and Dougal. `I say,` ,said Dillon. `What?` ,said Dougal. `Booinngg!` `Pardon?` ,said Zebadee. `Nothing.` ,Said Dougal. `I wasn't talking to you.` ,said Zebadee. `Oh.` ,Said Dougal. `Dillon.` ,said Dougal. `Yes.` ,said Dillon. `I wonder if Florence is a virgin?` `Drops 'em for certain.` ,said Dillon. `Booinngg!` `That s right enough.` ,said Zebadee. `How do you know?` ,said Dillon. `Booinngg!` `To my knowledge half of Toytown knows of her hori- zontal pleasures. Let s face it, Noddy's the biggest ram round here and he reckons he's scored.` ,said Zebadee. `I can hear you.` ,said Florence. `It s not true. Noddy and I are just good friends.` `Rubbish` ,said Dougal. `It s all over the canteen. Anyone knows about you, you brazen hussy.` `You lousy old flea-bag` ,said Florence. `Call yourself a dog? I've seen better hair on a lavatory brush!.` `Booinngg!!` `Now look here` ,said Zebadee. `Things are getting out of hand. Let's get back to the story-line!.` `It's a crummy story anyway` ,said Dillon stubbornly. `Booinngg!` `No, it's not` ,said Zebadee commandingly. `Who cares?` ,said Dillon dejectedly. `Well, I like it` ,said Florence, hopefully. `Ihat's obvious!` ,said everybody, cockily. `Booinngg!` `Now look` ,said Zebadee, `let's try and get it together.` `Well, I'm not working for that fat-bat any more` ,said Dougal. `I'm off to join the Flowerpot men.` `Good riddance` ,said Florence. `Knickers!` ,said Dougal. `Ihat's no way to talk to a lady` ,said Dillon (knowing he's on to a good thing). `Some lady!` ,said Dougal. `Oh, piss off` ,said Dillon. And Dougal did so, all over Florence. `Thank you for sticking up for me` ,said Florence. `Oh, it's nothing, really` ,said Dillon. `You know I've fancied you for a long time` ,said Florence. `I've fancied you too` ,said Dillon. `Where do we go from here?` ,said Florence. `Booinngg!!!`
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