Ah yes, chopd95, a typical kipper fleet encounter. Or so I'm told....
Wasn't Ballykelly the place where the plastic sergeants used to 'fraternise' with the locals from some shirt factory; once they'd 'met' every individual fabric cutter, they'd call "SHIRT!".
Marsovin, yes, a particularly delicate little number...not! I recall my first encounter in Sliema with that alleged wine. A crew meal at the Pasta House, where the lasagne had the temperature of thermonuclear plasma! So a huge gulp of Marsovin to put out the fire....mistake - big mistake! I could hardly see for the tears. Then a few Jaegermeisters with Richard at the City Gem, before the bus back to Luqa. Fortunately we weren't flying the next day!
Innocent fun, happy days..... When Once We Had an Air Force.