ok sorry drop tank, how about this, more of a visual gag but here goes.
Following an inter-course rugby match pi$$ up, despite lengthy pleas from the bar staff to refrain, everyone is merrily whizzing beermats around the rugby club, frisbee style.....until one hits the CO's wife squarely between the eyes.
The place freezes...the odd glass rolls off a table and smashes...a little subdued laughing here and there and someone at the back swears quietly, then the suitably infuriated boss declares the whole wing is on parade the next morning. Crack of sparrows the next day, entire training wing (the thick end of 1000 young blokes) is lined up on the Square, the SWO pacing up and down behind the ranks swearing profusely, until the boss arrives.
SWO calls the whole wing to attention, 1000 size 9 boots stamp the tarmac of the parade square, boss clambers on to dias and is faced by.....row upon row of witty chaps all with beer mats wedged on the bridge of their nose.
(After about the third day of a further week of early morning wing parades even we couldn't see the joke anymore)
[This message has been edited by Talking Radalt (edited 21 July 2000).]