Getting rather pissed off with continuous night flying in the summer, the techs at Soest indulge in a spot of clag dancing.
This consists of half a dozen souls dancing round the pan carrying a main rotor blade in an immitation of a red indian war dance.
Everyone heads off for tea to return at the specified time for night flying.
From the B1 it becomes clear that the airfield has a thick layer of mist lying on it though everywhere around is clear!!!!!!!!!! Success...
Clag dancing is then formally banned by the engineering officer on the grounds that damage might be done to a valuable rotor blade.
Bugger!!!!!!!!!