Vitamin C Party Drink
Through our contacts with the British School in Addis Ababa whilst on Det. an invitation to participate in an evening of Scottish country dancing was received by our crew. The Flt Eng who always said that we were twins because we had the same first name (allegedly only our mothers could tell the difference between us), decided that it would only be courteous to bring some liquid contribution to the "Jockanese country dancin'" as he put it. Armed with a flask of electric orange and another of 321 we arrived at the private home of one of the teachers. It was warm in Addis and the iced refreshment slipped down during the long direction of the dance steps.
I recall it was in the strathspey reel that the first teacher spun out of control into the coffee table and shortly after in "Postie's Jig that the main clusterf*ck occurred in the middle of the room. The crew stood by sipping beers as the cultural event subsided into hysterical shambles.
D****e J*****n the Eng lit a tab and declared that he always enjoyed a good punch up. It reminded him of Saturday nights in Sunderland. We weren't invited back.