You know what. I look back often at how my life went to end up driving cabs. What is certain though is one day in Hatfield, I dropped off somebody in Hatfield and heard an aeroplane. I looked up at it and burst into tears. All the years of plane spotting as a kid came into my head at that moment.
Why had it come to this? Why had I not pushed myself to become a pilot, after all I had the brains? I spent 30 minutes crying my eyes out like a baby. I put the taxi back in the car park, went home and told the wife I was going to college - her face was a picture.
Since then I spent 6 years at college-uni to learn about software-IT. As I have said I am off to learn to fly in 9 weeks - YIPPEE!
Its a horrible job. Initially most of it was parcel runs around the country with almost no pub work. When British Aerospace closed Hatfield all the parcel work fried up so I did all the shoppers, pubs and clubs. It was a pooty demeaning job.
My comment about the platers is retracted.
-- MrBitsy
