The heady days of the mighty Nimrod where the captaincy sat otherwhere than the front left seat.
A weird coastal aberration. No doubt the fisher-folk will be along shortly to justify their alien concept.
A colleague once described a trip they'd flown back to Kinloss in rotten weather after several hours of eating and throwing sonobuoys out of the beast. They'd had a fleeting glimpse of the lights as they went around from the first approach, so then had another stab. This time they saw absolutely nothing, so went around for a second time. Up spoke some coffee-sipping wireless operator from the back, the so-called 'captain', who asked "Couldn't you go a bit lower next time?".....
A flurry of straps and fury from the left hand seat was then followed by a comment of "The seat's all yours then, Captain!"....
Needless to say, they diverted!