There was a Quack that we got sent to near Gatwick for our Medicals.
I always got a kick out of how he used a Towel or sheet to trap your arms during the Cardiogram.
The Hearing Test got to be purely comical as he did the face the door and repeat what I say thing......after about a half dozen tries....he fairly yelled "For crapsakes....BLOODY CIGARETTE!".
Chinooks robbed me of my hearing back in 1968 and it only went downhill from there.