Years ago my only experience of a batman left me tickled pink. I’d flown into Dacca from Singapore very late one night and a driver took me to accommodation arranged by our company agent. It turned out to be in the Military Cantonment in the city. Next morning there’s a knock on my door and in walked an army corporal with a couple of boiled eggs and a cup of tea.
I caught a glimpse of his battle-dress shoulder flash as he turned to go, saluted and hammered his right foot into the floor boards. I swear I came to attention in bed – Bengal Lancers.
As you ask, I was there to fit some expensive US kit into Shenyang F-6s, Chinese-built version of the MiG-19. Spice of life - as they say.