Originally Posted by
Tankertrashnav
Mental image of P-N tucking into his inflight sarnies with a knife and fork, napkin decorously draped down the front of his immersion suit!
No, sorry - can't see it
O ye of little faith.
Immersion suit? Not on the Nimrod. Sandwiches? Only toast and marmalade if you didn't mind spoiling you appetite for luncheon in the dinette. Birds Eye chicken pie or perhaps a delicate dish of honkers stew.
In the Shack, in the cold season I concede we had immersion suits and the wardroom was a little cramped for lunch. Where I had the choice I would use one of the arm chairs further back.
