Gentleman Ron
One evening Ron stuck his head in the starboard cabin door, whilst I was doing a Check A on RG, I think it was. He happed to have "lost" a box of 200 down the port side of the back seat, behind the first aid kit. After couple of hours fiddling I pulled them out of the flat aerial mount, centre-rear of the fuselage bottom. On handing them back later, I stuck a note on the box, having bladetaped a smuggle hole behind the first aid kit.
[Well, better safe than sorry]. As he taxied RG up next day, Ron smirked out of the window and mouthed eight hundred.
Fast forward few years to ABZ. RG on ad-hoc. Ron driving and mainly me on spanners. The 800 hole still going strong. Then one dropped on a rig off Miri and I was off on a panic ferry flight to get RG there [was it RG ?]. End of the smuggle hole era. 1987 left ABZ. 2009 still in Devon making soap machinery and flogging it all over the place. Never will forget Ron.