Originally Posted by
Tryingharder
If this was somewhere near Formby in the 1980's, IIRC he became something of a legend following his arrival in a field next to a public house, by removing his bonedome, gathering the parachute, walking through the crowded Sunday afternoon beer garden to the bar where he requested "a large brandy and the use of your telephone please".
Yes, that was it and he recounted the same tale to me in person in the RAF Woodvale bar!