I have been on a flight deck when the entire crew were close to pushing a few zzzzzzz out, but were brought to attention very smartly when a cockroach of mammoth proportions ran up my trouser leg. I have always been fast to get the dacs off, but never at the speed I did that night. Naturally the buggers rang for the CSM who was female, and there I am in the reg grundies, trying to bash the thing to death with my shoe. Certainly brightened us all up, including the CSM who politely pointed out that my red speedo's were not standard uniform, and she would have to make a note and pass onto the company!
