Now there was a pub where a young man could easily get himself in trouble.
We tried every Thursday night, which was the local payday and the night of the week when the local bored housewives hunted in packs for young trainee pilots who couldn't run away quickly enough. I arrived from Henlow as the fastest runner but soon got wise and developed a bit of a bad leg....
Thirty seven years ago for me. The bad leg got better but these days I look in the mirror and realise no-one would be bothered to chase...
Edit: having flown both of those JPs, I recall that even with the tip tanks empty, they flew more efficiently than the ones without them.