Speaking of those new careers in or out of the Royal Navy, we had a Perisher failure join us as a pilot. A strange person, who arrived from somewhere in Africa, bringing with him as personal effects, an ancient clapped out Mercedes Benz and a grand piano. He lived in a boat on the river and eventually left to start his own company, doing dodgy charters with a clapped out 707. Last heard of somewhere back on the Dark Continent. If we were to believe half of his tales of life in submarines, one would assume that all submariners are -how shall we say? - slightly eccentric?