I've spent 30 years flying aeroplanes. I've trained for hours and hours and hours, for years and years. I've gone without holidays, I've sacrificed nice cars, big houses, I could have f**king retired by now, I've devoted a great chunk of my life to this business and now I've got the equivalent of a beardy spod in an anorak breathing his halitosis into my face WITH HIS VIEWS ON A MATTER ABOUT WHICH HE KNOWS f**k ALL!
You can imagine my distress?
Commemorative Air Force? What faggotry is this?
Whether this is because you do not know the answers or because you are unwilling to give them is not entirely clear.
You've got bits of sandwich in your beard and your warm orange squash has leaked out of your thermos.