Obtaining the cheapo mugs was a breeze - and for some reason known only to helpful stackers, the boxes arrived through the supply system thanks to mates of mates....
A chap of slightly small stature on 56 had ordered a mug with a name on it, as you do. A joker changed his request to read 'Vermin Horrid', after the little bloke in Python's
Time Bandits. He took it in good spirit, but after a while the joke began to wear off. So the next time we placed some orders, he asked for one with the correct name. "No *****ng 'Vermin' this time, OK?", he anounced to the assembled throng.
What a mistakea to makea!
The box arrived, but before we took it to the crewroom, we quietly found the new mug, pinched his old one and polished it until it gleamed like new, then put it in the box and took it to the crewroom.
Was he impressed to find 'another' Vermin? Err, not really...
We let him get really rather pi$$ed off - then gave him his new mug to put him out of his misery. Collapse of stout party, as they say!
A typically innocent and, yes, childish jape of the type which brightened things up in crewooms back then...
