Beags . I flew Civair into Aldergrove ( by Viscount ) suitably long haired, 'tached and dressed down . Then stood like a lemon for several minutes wondering what came next.
An even more scruffy, long haired lout sidled up to me and whispered " Follow me". Then looking at the expression on my face added.......... " Haraka"
You used to have your suitcase rummaged through in front of you in those days.
I had opened mine , the checker took one look inside at the piled-in contents then remarked:
" Obviously a single guy then".