Anyone remember Stan Boyle from Prestwick or Brussels.
We used to hide behind doors, trying not to laugh when some poor foreigner was trying to get info out of him
He had a broad Glaswegian accent, compounded with a cleft palate, and although he was a great bloke he should never have been in ATC. I was his translator in Brussels as none of the Belgians understoood a word, surprisingly. One day, in mid summer, Stan asked our Supervisor, Luc v.d. Auwera, "Can I a aa oo eek ee?" Seeing I was busy Luc said, "Should be OK" I'd heard what Stan asked and kept well out of the way for the rest of the shift.
Next morning, " Where's Stan, Lon?"
""Glasgow. He asked politely and you gave him two weeks leave.