Right, its confession time. I freely admit to having been a civvy all my life. Not for want of trying though I went through OASC at Biggin 3 times to apply for a General Duties commission, and even had a pop at the Navy to see if I could get into the Fleet Air Arm. Unsuccessful each time (although I didnt get 4-10d which is something I spose) and I never wanted to do anything else other than be a pilot, so I didnt join up in another capacity. Ive spent most of my life and career around military types (the Godfather of my children is an ex-2 Para Falklands vet) and this, combined with the fact that I hold a PPL (legacy of another visit to Biggin as an eager young space cadet to apply for a Flying Scholarship I was successful that time ) means that I can talk a pretty convincing talk as far as other civvies are concerned, especially re flying. Now, you certainly wont find me down the pub walting to all and sundry about being first over the balcony or anything like that, but I have used this ability on several occasions to entice young ladies into a game of hide the sausage. Depending on my perception of the gullibility of the lady in question, the story varies from the perfectly plausible to the wildly improbable, usually culminating in my banging out over Iraq during GWI (backed up by a rather convincing scar on my leg which is passed off as Iraqi ack-ack but which is in fact the result of an argument with a barbed-wire fence when I was 11). So, the question. Is walting, when done solely and purely for the purpose of getting ones end away, a Bad Thing? Should I turn away from the dark side lest it consume me?