I've been rummaging upside down trying to find a loose connection. Fixed, left hand comes out to push and lift, blink, regimental photographer (now a Chelsea Pensioner) catches me fair and square before I can adjust beret.
It may or may not have been the same day I recovered my commander's lead from FHQ, allegedly fixed after I'd spent a week working off the gunner's box and had a go at FHQ every time I saw them cos it still wasn't fixed.
All wired up, select Live IC, blow into mike, nothing. No response, get annoyed, select IC, shout at driver, "How McTaggart can you hear me or what?" Cue every head in the Squadron turning to me (we were about to leave a leaguer) and shout, "WE CAN HEAR YOU!"
Rip out commander's lead, run over to FHQ, "IT'S STILL BIFFED!" Throw in back of Sultan. Run back, take gunner's headset, "Rewire mine as it was." Move out.
Rearrange the words teddy bear happy not.
Clansman? Give me Larkspur. An operator's system.
Monty was ...flexible in his capbadge selection, and was also Colonel Commandant of the Regiment.