The airline industry is full of bullshitters, liars and drunks. We excel at all three in Ireland.

The chattering bloody classes, or what I call the liberal Guardian readers, they're all buying SUVs to drive around London. I smile at these loons who drive their SUVs down to Sainsbury's and buy kiwi fruit, flown in from New Zealand for Christ sakes. They're the equivalent of environmental nuclear bombs!

One of the weaknesses of the company now is it is a bit cheap and cheerful and overly nasty, and that reflects my personality.

The police force were outstanding in their field. But all they did was stand in their field. They kept passengers on board while they played with a suspect package for two and three quarter hours. Extraordinary.

University is the best couple of years of your life. Nowhere else can you drink and chase as many birds.

If drink sales are falling off, we get the pilots to engineer a bit of turbulence. That usually spikes sales.

It's a great incentive to work long hours. I limit the holiday to two weeks and then get the hell back to the office. If I had my choice I wouldn't take holidays but my wife insists on time with the kids. That's enough. Prior to getting married I never took a holiday.