Can't add any tales of the Vulcan, far too young for that, (cough) but feel bound to add a short tale of Cypriot descent.
On detachment with the mighty E3 a pal of ours on the first day said he would aquire a couple of hire cars for the duration as he knew a less than salubrious local who dealt in that sort of thing. He duly turned up an hour later with two scrap heap wrecks; on enquiring how much these two heaps were going to cost us he said
'A pound each.'
'Wow that's good' I said, '
A pound each per day'
'No' he said 'A pound each for the cars, for the whole detatchment.'
So we made the best use of them. After a particularly inebriated day at Aiya Napa (before it became Aiya Napa) we decided to return home, me semi comatose in the back. I awoke to hear concerned discussions as to how we had managed to make a wrong turn. I raised my head to find that we were driving down the taxiway at Limassol Airport. I lay back down and went back to sleep thinking that the lack of headlights on the car would hide us. Apparently it did because nothing was heard and we certainly didn't say anything.
Good days!