Bad, to even worse. Beware the silence.
“What is truly the more terrifying?” the lad asked me over an ale this PM, rhetorical like. Well, I finished the one and ordered two more, waited until the first inch was off the next before engaging with a clearly enraged firstborn. “Well” says I, tentative like (in some moods he’s not to be placated or deflected) but: WTF I thought, sooner or later there will be a bang; now, while the pub is quiet is as good a time as any – “Wodger Weeks and Part 61 is still there, so is Campbell”, says I.
Bloody hell; I thought as I watched the reaction happening, WTF have I done? Since he learned to speak his Mothers name, silence has always been a bad portent; the longer it lasts, inevitably, the worse the ensuing. Do you know, we drank that next pint in absolute silence, nary a word.
He orders two more, about halfway through the existing (always a bad sign) then says “ OK, who’s batting?” I provided the P2 commentary above – more silence followed as he read. As even the smallest of BRB indaba, just two of us, the depth of that silence was significant. By now, three pints had disappeared, with #4 on the way. This was supped in absolute silence; then my hand was shook, he picked up his flight bag and headed for the exit – “You do realise we are all ducked; well and truly, ducked for all money”.
That was it: off he went. Now, I know that Campbell and Weeks are particularly odious (for good reason) to the lad; I also understand why. What I fail, miserably, to understand is WTF Skidmore is thinking? Of all the useless, purblind, nonsense decisions he could have made regarding his ‘front line’ why? FCOL; WHY? pick two of the most useless, hated creatures known to aeronautical mankind, these two terminally useless pretenders - as the ‘face’ of his tenure.
Skidmore is now not only politically and operationally isolated, in conflict with his board, distrusted by Senate committee, disliked by the aviation alphabet soup groups; and, proving himself, daily, to be incompetent in the ‘role’, but has now surrounded himself with those venal few who will, categorically, absolutely and emphatically, ensure his demise.
OST has NFI, we all know that. But it’s worse than that. Let’s all hope PAIN and “K” don’t start letting the truth about the Skidmore ‘trusted lieutenants’ out during a critical election campaign effort. OST has, in no uncertain terms ‘upset’ the lad with his selections. Well, being isolated and an internal target is one thing; offending “K” – well that’s a whole new world. Good luck is not a thing I could wish on one so determined on self destruction. Skidmore; has (officially) incurred the wrath of the Ferryman.
I can, just, see him now, the Ferryman, hailing a taxi. A slim, tall, dark figure carrying a flight bag; and a cart load of silence.
“What is truly the more terrifying?” the lad asked me over an ale this PM, rhetorical like. Well, I finished the one and ordered two more, waited until the first inch was off the next before engaging with a clearly enraged firstborn. “Well” says I, tentative like (in some moods he’s not to be placated or deflected) but: WTF I thought, sooner or later there will be a bang; now, while the pub is quiet is as good a time as any – “Wodger Weeks and Part 61 is still there, so is Campbell”, says I.
Bloody hell; I thought as I watched the reaction happening, WTF have I done? Since he learned to speak his Mothers name, silence has always been a bad portent; the longer it lasts, inevitably, the worse the ensuing. Do you know, we drank that next pint in absolute silence, nary a word.
He orders two more, about halfway through the existing (always a bad sign) then says “ OK, who’s batting?” I provided the P2 commentary above – more silence followed as he read. As even the smallest of BRB indaba, just two of us, the depth of that silence was significant. By now, three pints had disappeared, with #4 on the way. This was supped in absolute silence; then my hand was shook, he picked up his flight bag and headed for the exit – “You do realise we are all ducked; well and truly, ducked for all money”.
That was it: off he went. Now, I know that Campbell and Weeks are particularly odious (for good reason) to the lad; I also understand why. What I fail, miserably, to understand is WTF Skidmore is thinking? Of all the useless, purblind, nonsense decisions he could have made regarding his ‘front line’ why? FCOL; WHY? pick two of the most useless, hated creatures known to aeronautical mankind, these two terminally useless pretenders - as the ‘face’ of his tenure.
Skidmore is now not only politically and operationally isolated, in conflict with his board, distrusted by Senate committee, disliked by the aviation alphabet soup groups; and, proving himself, daily, to be incompetent in the ‘role’, but has now surrounded himself with those venal few who will, categorically, absolutely and emphatically, ensure his demise.
OST has NFI, we all know that. But it’s worse than that. Let’s all hope PAIN and “K” don’t start letting the truth about the Skidmore ‘trusted lieutenants’ out during a critical election campaign effort. OST has, in no uncertain terms ‘upset’ the lad with his selections. Well, being isolated and an internal target is one thing; offending “K” – well that’s a whole new world. Good luck is not a thing I could wish on one so determined on self destruction. Skidmore; has (officially) incurred the wrath of the Ferryman.
I can, just, see him now, the Ferryman, hailing a taxi. A slim, tall, dark figure carrying a flight bag; and a cart load of silence.