Had a flying spanner on a DC3 we were operating who used to fire up the camp stove and make us a brew before buckling down and producing the breakfast we'd missed due our 4am start. His rationale was that there was a good chance we'd be getting shot at anyhow at destination so why sweat the petty things....
Explained to him many times that I was too young and beautiful to spear in but he wasn't overly perturbed by my yelling. Strange bloke....
