What This Is

This could be an anti-blog. It won’t have lots of artsy photos of cappuccinos or yummy summer salads with the latest impossible to find super-food root vegetable. Nor will it have wistful images of gap yah couples gazing at an enormous fireball of a sunset over the Indian ocean, or ideas on how to see Vietnam on a budget of two pounds fifty pence. It won’t have tips on how to select the best interior designer or where to find the very best uniform for Tamsin’s first day at school.

It’s a blog (basically a diary, or a rant) by an irascible fifty something, who’s had a belly full of the aviation industry and is wondering if it might offer some kind of release from the not-very-glamourous-any-more lifestyle of an international long haul pilot.

I include here, musings on the life I now lead, some of the sights, experiences and people it brings me into contact with, and perhaps the odd bit of advice, (probably tongue-in-cheek). If I start getting all arty farty and doe eyed, please feel free to flame me in the comments section; I’m not scared of constructive criticism.

Some stuff that I like:

Motorbikes, especially cafe racers, hot air ballooning, cafe culture, 80’s music, porridge, good manners, expensive bed linen, tweed suits, Scottish scenery, devilled kidneys, Cromlix Hotel, impeccably groomed persons, neurosurgeons, flying for fun, and Marmite.

Some stuff that I don’t like:

Scottish rain, most children, cats, Harley Davidsons, boiled cabbage, financial advisers, ayurvedic practitioners, very pointy mens’ shoes, liars, liberals, Millennials, and Snowflakes.