Me too Plastic Cab Driver...we must know each other! Took our weapons off the cab just in case they came through/over the wire. I was LHS on Bertie's cab.
So many happy memories, riding my bike through the newly decorated mess....then piling into the thorny bushes at the 90 left by the rugby club, en route to the kebab van by the main gate (with a Flt Cdr on pillion!), flying with Hi Hi at FL135 over Belfast, getting tingly lips... Flying '1st class' to Fermanagh, coffee and a cigarette with the sun setting in front of us, beautiful. Spotting the nudists wigwam on Lower Lough Erne, endless Pimms parties on the patio, proper good piss ups and some great mates. Shame it is no more really!