The Pongos took over the mess eventually (as they do) and banned us from drinking in the bar in flying suits. We protested that it was "working dress" like the green outfits and big boots that they were wearing. A large jock captain told us "those were the riules".
Well we had been dropping some EOD guys in the harbour and informed them that we couldn't have a post flight beer with them after the night drop.
"Be there" they said.
Well we landed on (it being only 5 mins flying and 10 mins legging it to the bar)
The usual huffy welcome was apparent. Then from the beach down from the bar patio came these ominous plopping sounds. The EOD team emerged from the waves in full diving kit and flippered their way to the bar. Raising his face mask up to his forehead the lead diver said " I'm Major ****, in working dress! I wish to buy the crew a drink!
No complaints
