Old Fella, ahhhh, your comments bring back some fond memories.
Who could forget, on a PNG trainer, everyone sweaty in the extreme, and immediately after the final landing of the day at God only knows where, the Loadie climbing up into the duck's bum, dragging out the Esky that had sat there since not long after dawn, and the sound of the SP greenies being popped and passed up to the cockpit at about the same time as the two outboards were caged...
The practice would bring on massed courts martial in today's PC world, but that first sip from the frosted greenie can tasted really, really good as you taxied in and completed the paperwork prior to buttoning the old girl up for the night.
The wrong way round heating ducts might have been great for the Esky in the tail, but they were still a real punish for any poor bloody pax who scored a long flight on an 'A' rather than with that other mob across the road. Stepping down onto the cargo compartment floor, for the lucky ones who'd scored a high perch to sleep on, was like dipping your feet into a pool of very, very cold water.
Like the MG range, the 'A' was the last of the sports cars... As I recall, the saying was "'A' for go, 'E' for show".
Now, back to the subject of the thread. Where were we? Lambasting 24/7 Kev for his oversized carbon footprint, I believe.