was going out to a line snag on the F.3 at a secret Lincs fighter base with a spare set of flying gloves for the AOC.
AOC: "Where are my gloves? Have you checked my locker? Someones stolen them! etc"
SB: "They aren't in your helmet slot Sir..have these spares instead.."
AOC grumbles into his oxygen mask to the rear seater about squippers, missing gloves and a bad fitting helmet.
An hour later and our valiant aviators return, I'm stood in ops as the AOC enters the building with his helmet on. He looks fairly agitated, again grumbling about the squippers giving him a poor helmet fit and him getting a massive headache as a result.
As he takes the helmet off out drops a pair of flying gloves..
