I still shit myself, this was after a delay taking off,
no getting to the end of the runway and get the
engines up to full speed and then let the brakes off.
They were speeding up before getting to the take -
off place, did a sharp left turn with engines roaring
and we away we went.
All expenses paid for by the Spanish Chamber of
Commerce, first class flight, taxi to my hotel,
me in jeans, black leather bomber jacket and
sports bag as the taxi stops outside the Ritz hotel
in Barcelona and the hotel flunkie opens the taxi door,
picks up my bag as if it was a turd. Looks at me, he was
about 6`6, top hat red flunkie coat with lots of gold braid etc.
I am 5`7 and a scruff, but over a long weekend, guess who
had breakfast on the next table every morning, the one and
only Charles Aznavour. Miserable bastard, said to him the
first morning, "Bon jour Charles", he looked at me like I was
a turd, I seem to have this effect on people.