Are we by any chance confusing Sir Richard Branson, the irritating beardy, nerdy nurturer of the evil career of Phil Collins, with Charles Bronson, the squashed face vigilante equalizer in Michael Winner's Deathwish films?
Of course in England he (Branson I mean) is best known for being the owner of Virgin Trains, a company renowned for picking you up late and taking you at low speed across the nation before dumping you at a railway station you have never heard of in the middle of the night and charging you half a year's wages for the privilege. That's if they don't crash of course. Or break down. Or simply not turn up in the first place because the driver has an urgent game of cricket to watch.
I have never travelled on one of his planes. Although a girl I used to go to school with works as a pilot for his airline. Judging by his past record I wouldn't rely on him doing anything for the environment, but the chap certainly knows a bandwagon when he sees one and he's not slow to jump on it. |