Back in Tristar days when we operated back and forth from the Middle East during boom time in oil exploration and construction this was a normal occurrence.
The rear cabin of the Tristar was know as 'The Dahran Suite' where the occupants, know as 'Oileys' would consume a small number of 'sweet sherries' before lunch and then smack each other in the chops! Their favourite sport was baiting anyone in a dishdasha and head dress who was unfortunate enough and, I suppose, not rich enough to travel further forward in the aircraft.
I,on one occasion, spent a happy couple of hours at Heathrow Nick giving my witness statement and subsequently at Court when thing really got out of hand.
Aah happy days
