One fine summer afternoon at Valley (early-70's), I was dunking my Mars Bar in my tea outside the Gaydon Hangar crewroom, when a 4FTS Hunter landed. Instead of the Brake Parachute deploying, both drop tanks deployed onto the runway. I am fairly sure that the student pilot was not experimenting with alternative weapons delivery procedures, however.
This shambolic episode merely served to bolster the sense of superiority that we Gnat boys had over the unwashed Hunter savages (we were rabid with jealousy that the Hunter lineys ran a field telephone down onto the beach in the summer, where they would indulge in Top Gun-style volleyball games between jets, legging it back to the line when summoned by 'phone. The RAF was such fun then........)
HB