On exercise in Canada with 230 Sqn in '74. Towards the end of exercise, Boss was invited to a party out in the sticks hosted by the Staffordshire Regt that we had been supporting. He opted to fly the Puma from the left hand seat before jumping out for the bash to be held in a large marquee. He made the approach downwind and came to a hover about 20ft from the tent. Said tent inflated like a balloon, lifted and pulled all the guy ropes out and deposited the curry etc onto the grass. Boss pulled max pitch and shot back to base with me still as his No 2. He nicked the Padre's outfit from his room and, dressed to kill, was flown back to scene of his crime by me. I landed a bit further away to let him out and could see the chef still scraping curry back into the bowls. The Boss had the sense to take a case of Scotch with him which seemed to prevent a lynching. Happy days!