Hey Stally,
Sorry about the delay in getting back! Yes I'm afraid Sick Mick was one of my crowd!
We, in the 40th, reached a plateau of jiltyness and everyone was rather gash, except for Sick Mick! His gear was always better, his wagon floor was always shinier! So just before Saturday morning inspection a group of us would dive into his room and wreck his floor, not giving him enough time to get it up to his normal level! Or we'd nick his pads!
Ahhh! Those were the days!