One Scottac, TALCE couldn't find an airman from SHQ to help out on the DZ so I was introduced to a 6ft tall WRAF netball player. She's very fit said Ksimboy. We went to the Moulin Inn at Pitlochry and changed for dinner. All heads turned as we went into the bar. I said we were to be on first name terms, no rank. The hotel had its own brewery and when it was her round I asked for a Broadsword (and wished I had one). She got to the bar then turned and said "What was it you wanted, Sir" A hush descended and an old Jock on the next table said "Your call, Laddie"
