The Colonel retold this story tonight:
One of the old school army officers on a private income decided to learn Paragliding. So he turns up and is strapped in for his maiden flight wearing an open necked Tattershall shirt and Tweeds. The Lycra clad and helmeted instructor hesitantly mentions that Sir might be improperly dressed;
"Absolutely, stupid of me not to realise."
Off back to the Hanger he goes, and returns five minutes later wearing his well earned Parachute Regiment tie, and still in the tweeds.
And on with the lesson.