Jack H
I recall that Jack H was never happier than when he was traing young lads. Many was the time at Colerne when he would taxi in and his request was usually for some more co-pilots, pork pies and 20 fags.
There was also the story of Jack walking in one day breathing fire and brimstone. After much questioning it discovered that the bank had sent his bank statement to his wife by mistake. Oh that we could have someone like him in this PC controlled world!