One wet afternoon a bunch of us transport co-pilots managed to get the office safe open and sat around reading what people thought of us. One guy had invested months in growing, what he thought , was the right type covering for his upper lip not to mention buying the correct style of loud sports jacket. His reward?
"An over-confident clown with a theatrical moustache!"
I got away lightly with these comments from ITS.
"It is a continual source of amazement to XXXXXX and myself that he was ever accepted for pilot training in the RAF."
and, in reponse to my attempts to walk like an officer.
"An otherwise smart appearance is marred by a flat footed gait."
The moral of the story is clearly that one should only break into the safe in the company of one's fellows so that one doesn't feel isolated!