the new Harrier pilots on the OC,
as part of their conversion of course,
they would go after Germany
and spend a day or two there, or whatever
just to see what it's like on the possible front line.
Now, the experienced flight crew,
the experienced pilots who knew all the tricks,
would think right, we can stock up the duty free.
And so, they come back
and of course the flight crew
would retrieve the bottles
from the illegal places under the seat
and things like that.
But then it was a job of the ground crew
to take their bag out
from the back of the airplane
because back of the airplane was terribly dirty, oh gosh.
And they were very good to us,
the majority of the pilots were very good to us.
If you got a bag out for them
and carried it back to the line building,
most of them would take a bottle out
and say put it in the crew room,
thank you very much.
But this one guy, Squadron Leader (mumbles),
whose name I meant very well
but I'm not going to say it,
no, he wasn't like that.
He was not a very nice man, let's say.
As far as he was concerned,
it was us and them
and we knew he was like that
and he was always the same,
he would never thank you
for getting the bag out or anything.
And one occasion, it wasn't me, honest, gov,
but he came back from a trip to Germany
and oh God, it's Squadron Leader (mumbles) again,
gonna go and get his bag.
So, somebody got his, two chaps went out
to get his bag, God, how ever many bottles
you've got in this
and you could hear them say cheep, cheep, cheep
as they lowered it out,
so carrying it, one each side of his bag,
back across the (mumbles).
Oops, chuck, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle.
Oh, sorry, sir.
I think he was all right after that.
He got the message.
