Would you rather own a luxury yacht or a private jet?
HHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. *scratches head* This requires further analysis.
When I consider the luxury yacht, I think of opulence, of expensive fabrics, silks, satin, real valure... I don't think I'd want a yacht made of that stuff. It'd just take on water, then sink. I might die. Think of the guests. The paparazzi will have a field day.
So, to consider the private jet. Jets are inherently cool, and my cousin is an Air Force pilot so he could probably swing me a few lessons on the side if I got a provisional license. But a private jet? I mean, jets are inherently social, and sociable. They get out and about, I mean they have to- they're jets. A private jet is not of any particular use to a single felllow, in a manner akin tom and consider these- if you may, a heat-resistant frying pan, or indeed, see through jocks.
Look, ok. Maybe an aircraft obsessed multibillionaire collector dude would fancy one, buy it at auction, a really private jet- one of a kind, doesn't like being around anybody- and he keeps it indoors, but it'd still be racked up with all the other nostalgiac pensioner jets and aircraft in this guy's morbid tomb for deceased modes of aviations' yesteryear. Even if he just locks it up in it's own private room, catering to it's needs, like- still! It's like solitary confinement in there. A jet needs it's freedom, it's stuff, it's Gang of Four posters on the wall- y'know? C'mon. It's cruel, like care homes for the elderly. On which I thought Nick Clegg did well tonight in the #leadersdebate 's. But he did well on everything, didn't he?
Anyway, yes- the yacht or the jet. Er. Neither. Is that cool?
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When I consider the luxury yacht, I think of opulence, of expensive fabrics, silks, satin, real valure... I don't think I'd want a yacht made of that stuff. It'd just take on water, then sink. I might die. Think of the guests. The paparazzi will have a field day.
So, to consider the private jet. Jets are inherently cool, and my cousin is an Air Force pilot so he could probably swing me a few lessons on the side if I got a provisional license. But a private jet? I mean, jets are inherently social, and sociable. They get out and about, I mean they have to- they're jets. A private jet is not of any particular use to a single felllow, in a manner akin tom and consider these- if you may, a heat-resistant frying pan, or indeed, see through jocks.
Look, ok. Maybe an aircraft obsessed multibillionaire collector dude would fancy one, buy it at auction, a really private jet- one of a kind, doesn't like being around anybody- and he keeps it indoors, but it'd still be racked up with all the other nostalgiac pensioner jets and aircraft in this guy's morbid tomb for deceased modes of aviations' yesteryear. Even if he just locks it up in it's own private room, catering to it's needs, like- still! It's like solitary confinement in there. A jet needs it's freedom, it's stuff, it's Gang of Four posters on the wall- y'know? C'mon. It's cruel, like care homes for the elderly. On which I thought Nick Clegg did well tonight in the #leadersdebate 's. But he did well on everything, didn't he?
Anyway, yes- the yacht or the jet. Er. Neither. Is that cool?
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