In the mid 70s when the Mk1 Mighty Hunter was based in Malta we used to have do the MAD Comp procedure with the pilots flying the aircraft manually. The manoeuvres were a number of repetitions of 5 degrees up and down in pitch, followed by 5 degrees left and right in roll, followed by similar in yaw, followed by a combination, all to be carried out in 5 second iterations. Depending on the aircraft and the skill of the pilot this could sometimes take well over an hour to complete. As this could often make the most hardy souls vomit, it would be flown as a dedicated sortie with a min crew (7). These manoeuvres coupled with the high med temperatures were not the most popular sorties.
As I had an iron constitution, I used to volunteer. On one such sortie they had difficulty finding a nav volunteer, so our second nav Mi*e P*le a well known hurler was joed. The pilot was the Sqn QFI, a silky pair of hands known as Captain Mannering. Unfortuneately the Station Commander a non Nimrod pilot, whose son later became an astronaut, decided he would come along as the co pilot.
All was going well, although the nav was greener than his flying suit, when the Staish asked if he could have a go. How could the Captain refuse! Instead of 5 degrees and 5 seconds we were all over the sky and smooth was not in his vocabulary. Needless to say the nav started to hurl, and in no time at all he was on his 3rd bag. He was swearing off intercom and questioning the Staish's parentage. When bag 4 was called into service, he said "f**k this" and opened his mic so that all could get the benefit of him retching. After a few calls of "live Mike", he said "I am just". "Whats the problem nav", asked the Staish at which point he was told in no uncertain terms. Shortly followed from the flight deck by "you have control".
Happy days.