A certain Yorkshireman was flying his F3 with his girlfriend in the back (
) and she had let slip that his middle name was Hector. Something he did not want published. He was to be handed off to Buchan for tanking. The call was made:
'Stand by for your vector to the victor in the northern sector, Hector'.
I was at the Queens Birthday celebration at the Embassy in Jordan in 1990. Having had far too much free champagne I did ask the Chinese Defence Attache for '3 portions of spare ribs to go'. First time I have been chucked out of an Embassy (followed by seething wife and amused friends).