Critical Al, pull up a sandbag; you should have been around in the 80's mate. Mid winter (proper one), blacker than a witches t1t, somewhere over the Atlantic dodging bumblies and still hanging on to the target. I'm down the back loading buoys; on a crackly i/c, port beam reports glowing from the leading edge quickly followed by the loudest BANG with instant daylight ...... how I laughed as I then watched a glowing ball of blue energy dance gracefully down the tube towards me, before disappearing into thin air.
Fortunately I had a spare pair of clean shreds in me div bag (not Samsonite).
And we stayed on task and handed over hot. Marvellous.