During GW1 my crew was lucky enough to have the assistance of a GE more noted for his gruff demeanour. That is until we were detained by the religious police (muttawa} en route to a party in Riyadh with several evian bottles of "water" in a cold box with appropriate mixers. When challenged to open the box S***e M***e leapt to the fore, literally. "Why do you doubt our word?" he demanded. "We are guests in your country and you disrespect our military assistance". "But" said the bearded one. "Do you wish to search our pockets...our bodies!" ranted S***e and unzipped his fly. The muttawa fled. He smiled a lot more after that. Especially after a few "London waters". Great bloke