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Goonery officers posted to the FAA tended to love ‘liquorice legs’, swagger sticks and loud conversational remarks about falling in on the flight deck in procedure alpha, or facing aft and saluting.
As a genus, they were not the brightest, and generally lacked a sense of humour, peripheral vision and savoir faire. They were thus handicapped in dealing with aircrew.
One exception was Lieutenant Special Duties (as he then was in the mid 60s at BRNC) Frank Trickey RN, a man who stood 6’ 4˝, of which 6’3˝ was chest, and whose normal conversational tone could be heard some 300 yards away. His wit was quick, and his repartee matchless, especially in pointing out to general list seaman officers that he’d earned his rank and not merely drawn it from the clothing store.
I believe he went on to command a frigate (no mean feat for an SD officer commissioned from the lower deck), and was in charge of the ceremonial arrangements for the Charles/Diana wedding at Westminster Abbey.