John Dixon, SMetO Scampton in the last days of the V force. Said to have set up a race with a taking-off Vulcan, JD in his souped up Chevette [!] on the peri track. Result close.
Was that the rather...'camp' chap who drove one of the rare Chevette 2300HS homologation specials?
Other met men:
- The dunce who persuaded the Domnie (the jet type!) squadron at Cranwell that the aerodrome would go out in fog - guaranteed. So they cancelled night flying, repaired to the pub and watched the twinkling stars....
The MetO later admitted that he'd misplotted his tephigram - but the Dominie squadron didn't get another crack at night flying for a fortnight!
- The newcomer at Brawdy who hadn't been briefed on 'supersonic stratus' and other local quirks. His starring moment came when the gathering crowd asked "Any chance of snow today?", to be told "No - none!". "So is that white stuff gathering outside some mysterious new phenomenon?". Enter the Stn Cdr who greeted him with a cheery "Hello, Mac - have some actual!", then slung a snowball at him - it landed on his water-based lumocolour slides which then turned into a multi-coloured ruin.
- Griff-the-met who taught us at RAFC Cranwell. In those days the groundschool was down at the 26 threshold end, in wooden huts. One day, Plod declared bikini red, so the road was blocked solid. Griff eventually turned up and asked a chum "Have you seen the queue!". "Looks more like stratus to me, Griff", came the reply.
- And, of course, 'metman-with-waistcoats-of-many-colours' at Brize!