An old chestnut, but I was fortunate to have been able to say it myself.
At Chivenor, about 35 years ago, a senior officer was in the bar on Friday night, surrounded by acolytes, who were fawning over his recently acquired MB tie for a controlled ejection. Friends, old squadron mates of mine currently flying the B206, were with me, so, whilst purchasing a beer or three, I was able to quietly mention at the bar that there was a Beagle Basset navigator sitting in the corner who says he's got a dressing gown, made of that material!
[His ejection experiences were the stuff of legend, but they are another story.]