On one of the submarines I served on we had a guy who could play the pipes. The skipper thought it be classy if he stood on the casing piping us alongside.

On the first occassion the said pipe was in overalls as he was stoker, the captain thought it would be better next time if Buck wore his full regalia. He did. Just as he was playing a good lament, proudly standing on the bow casing a gust of wind tore down the Gareloch and literally blew up the kilt revealing all. Buck being unflappable carried on playing and as the wind dropped so did the curtains on the 'Casing Show' as it became referred to.

The Commodore at Faslane sent a signal care of the skipper asking Buck 'Not to scare the WRNS or dockyard maties with any further displays of shrunken manlihood' It was a rather cold day.

Subsequently Buck obeyed orders and there were no more Casing Shows, he had his wife put in some lead weights into the kilt and he was also forced to wear underwear.