Speaking of which:
On my first trip out as a trainee S/O, early 70's on a 707, the F/E introduced himself "G.day, I'm Jim. I'm the stage coach driver". Not wanting to appear ignorant, or anything, I kept my puzzlement to myself. Perhaps he had an unusual hobby?
<You old blokes know this, but I'll continue>
Days later up the track, in the bar at The Gulf in Bahrain, I broached the subject with him about his unusual hobby.
"Nah" he said, "when I go to work, I have to sit all day between two arseholes."
God bless the Purple Empire. They always knew the location of the darkest bars and the cheapest beers.