Back in the day of the FI airbridge, the seasoned travellers would pop a couple of Mogadon (? sic), washed down with a mouthful or three of Famous Grouse, just after lift off and camp down in their green maggots on the rear ramp of the Herc. On this occasion the crew did some refuelling northbound to Ascension, not long after airborne, and they broke the probe.. So return to Stanley, whereupon the sleeping beauties on the ramp couldn't be roused, so they were unceremoniously dumped by eager beaver on to pallets on the pan. And then reloaded equally unceremoniously on to the replacement aircraft. When they eventually came to, they took some persuading that we'd turned around and re departed, and equally p@ssed off that they still had 8 hours to go.
Last edited by MENELAUS; 4th Sep 2020 at 13:44.