Ever notice how, when putting a map together, you were literally surrounded by your mates giving you tips and hints, right up to the moment you need 6 hands to stick the fablon on?
Unless Thompson and Daly were part of that crowd, in which case just as the fablon was about 3mm off the map, and the beret was applying downward and outwards pressure, the contents of the crew room ashtray would be thrown into the middle, dog-ends, fag ash and spent matches now a permanent feature of the BAOR topography.
Also reminds me of when the first lady SAAM (Alison B, as was) was visiting the 670 Sqn Crew Room in Wallop, The Wookie (on his Lynx conversion) asks if she wants a coffee, to which she says she hasn't got time, but after much pontificating and urging by Ian, she replies in front of about 20 blokes;
"Oh go on then, I'll have a couple of inches in the bottom"
Much mirth and hilarity ensued.