Blacksheep
Yes, the 'joys' of screech. We had a flight engineer who was 'addicted' to screech and used to head to his favourite watering hole in 'the Gut' as soon as possible after arrival. I recall waking up one morning to find him asleep on his knees, resting his head on the bed!! One of screech's qualities was it's anaesthetic effect - at least for a little while!
Apologies for the continuing thread creep, but have had some vivid flashbacks of 'the Gut', the Gyppo Queen and (famously) the Sparrow - also, surprisingly, the tea rooms under the Opera House with their Edwardian style 'hostesses'.
Nostalgia rocks!!
