If I were a fisherman, which I’m not, I would exhort fellow piscators, via the Best Bait Buyers’ Bulletin, to use the right worms. As an instructor I now beg you to use the right words – always.
Some time ago I saved four lives, one being mine, before lunch, by doing exactly that. Here’s what happened, I had a little flying school in Port Elizabeth, and so did the SAAF. We would often all make merry together at the Algoa Flying Club of an evening I soon realised that the SAAF pilots would give anything to fly my Tiger Moth. Their currency was time in a Harvard, or an Impala, and the going rate was two hours in their government sponsored toys, in exchange for each hour in my…
