One Friday lunch time - me (a 6' 3" Sgt rigger) called into the WO's office, where he is in conflab with our EngO. Said WO announces I am to go get flying apparel and go henceforth in the back seat of a Gnat to Macrahanish, there to sort out a faux pas by a stude on landaway. The stude had managed to mix his OM15 and OX38 up and had liberally topped up the Hyd system with engine oil. Death to any and all normal hyd seals and 'O' rings, so vital to drain the system forthwith. Whilst having a vigorous discussion about the wisdom of trying to stuff my long legs into a rear cockpit, a Gnat taxied past the window. Er, what was the number of the affected kite, Sir? Xwhatever came the reply. One problem solved then, Sir - it has just taxied in...
Last edited by Lyneham Lad; 11th Feb 2013 at 19:09.