HANGING AROUND...
In the halcyon days of 42 Squadron under Bog-H in the early 80s, I was having a post-flight ale in the 'Scruffs' Bar' at St Mawgan when copilot Steve came in with his crew, including their somewhat vertically-challenged Skipper. There was a row of coat-hooks high on the wall opposite the bar.
The Captain said something to incur Steve's displeasure, so our strong Yorkshire lad grabbed him under the armpits and hung him by his flying suit collar onto a coat hook, which left him unable to escape, his feet some six inches off the ground. Great merriment ensued and we kept the hapless Skipper supplied with pints until Steve released him.
Truly a legend of the sadly defunct Kipper Fleet.