This story was related to me by a fella standing in front of me in a queue at Steamships one day.
Once upon a time long taim ago a pilit on early morning start very tired and sleepy and emotional dispensed with formalities bounded into the cockpit of a Nomad and kicked #2 in the guts.
Hmmm bit of noise but no light up ....
right-ho kicks #1 in the guts WAK !... BANG ! hmmmm no fire
He had successfully sucked in both plywood intake bungs
I think he went on to an illustrious career as a Woolies shelf stacker
Then of course there was the overloaded-c-of-g-about- 20-feet-aft-of-the-tailplane Nomad in Wewak