More happy GW1 memories have been brought back by the CONDEC pic. We were driving in to KKIA in Saudi about to start a day of the 'spoke' bit of 'hub and spoke' ops. Our skipper, a Sqn Ldr with a reputation for being taciturn (but in actuality possessed of a fully functional and particularly wicked sense of humour), was behind the wheel when we spotted a young movements officer of the blonde and female variety who was well aware she was drawing admiring glances from the male contingent. Waving at us and adjusting her Ray-Bans to BEST effect she drove straight into a large stack of cable drums which seemed delighted to obey Newton's second law of motion and start off all over the ASP on a series of exciting adventures.
Our trusty minibus swerved to a halt as the skipper (who was now doubled-up laughing in the driving seat) temporarily lost the ability to operate mechanical transport i.a.w. aircraft handling area local procedures and I fell out of the passenger door with similar breathing difficulties. It was just one of those utterly priceless detachment moments that made life on the Albert fleet such a joy.