Christmas 1985 Falklands we were subjected to the most dire show imaginable, a ventriloquist with his arm up "Desmond Duck" and various other "Z" listers. The granny with the guitar was a real gem - not!
Anyway, we had to take one of our "Alberts" over to the then being constructed MPA to change a fuel pump in one of the tanks. We had to go over there to use the big hanger because of the "flying beach" conditions at Stanley. Anyway, to cut a long story short, we had to stay there overnight, three of us sleeping in the aircraft.
We got well and truly p1ssed with the civvies that night and crawled, staggered back to "Albert Plaza" at some time between dusk and dawn. Being thoughtful line swine we placed a large sign on the door " If you have huge norks and a full english breakfast then please enter - otherwise "Ferk-Off"
Two guys crashed in their maggots on the crew bunks in the cockpit and I flopped on the seats down the back. In the morning woke up to find the door open thinking that "Madame Paps" had turned up with 3 breakfasts so I made my way up to the cockpit "A-la-shreddies" scratching the "danglies". My eyes took a while to adjust to the sight of two little heads sticking out of their maggots looking sightly shocked - the reason being, some junior officer had decided to show the CSE show around the cockpit, Desmond Duck, granny with guitar et all! ::/:
Cpl Beer instantly threw a fit reminding said J/O about allowing people on aircraft without "Head Honcho's" permission (crew went back to Stanley) , in this case me! They were duly reminded about breakfasts as they were leaving. Saw the aforementioned duck on the TV a couple of years later - still sh1te! :
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