'Scuse me HTB...I resemble that remark.
I was the Gindits co pilot and I wasn't 45 then!!!!
Bottle of Gordons and a six pack of tonic in my Navbag for the Captain when we shutdown on the first nightstop on a Ranger: sadly, no longer with us, but a wonderful guy, described by our Plotter as "A garrulous old b*st*rd at the best of times".