I met Bob Carolgees once (but not Spit the dog) by a storm drain on the pan at Dakar in the mid 80s. He was in the company of some very attractive, but dim, female dancers (who I was far more interested in) as part of a touring show. We had both been thrown off our respective VC-10s while they refuelled, he going north after entertaining the troops in the Falklands, me going south....
Well yes, I know it's both boring and extreme thread drift, but I thought that was the tactic we were employing now given that logical argument and a reality check isn't working!
