BEagle, I remeber that tw@t. I was just as p1ssed as he was - but I wasn't operating! All I had to do was sleep on the way home. As I remeber it, you didn't have to say anything - the silence spoke words!
The funny incident regarding that night out was the large Welsh FO who failed to get laid. Perhaps it was his trick of setting fire to his chest hair in the bar that caused that!
Remember the inert hand grenade?
