LB’s jolly recollections have stirred my grey matter. Like the standard Aldergrove met forecast: “If you can see the Sperrins, it is about to rain - if you can’t, it already is”.
Or the morning I phoned the duty Ops man at Bessbrook to check the weather before I launched, to be told that the weather was fine. I asked him what the visibility was and he repeated “fine”. I then asked him how far he could actually see, to which he answered “I can see the guardroom”.
Or the RN Met Man (schoolie) who used to issue warnings of thunder, despite the fact that we told him, repeatedly, that we fighter pilots and
not scared of loud noises.
Mog