Best Met Brief I remember was for night flying at Oakington in early spring 1973. We Studes had spent a relaxed day punting/ogling the Cambridge talent, then from a beautiful day we were stunned by a forecast of Thunder/sleet/heavy rain/strong gusts. Looking out the window as the sun sank in a cloudless sky we all thought Bert the Met had gone crackers. An hour and a half later it all arrived in spades. We rang Met office to congratulate/ask wtf and Bert said he got the actual from his mate at Cottesmore just in time to brief the conditions 'just up the road'.