Was detached to parent unit (60 Sqdn) from the permanent detached flight at Kuching in June 64. We were supposed to familiarise with/learn about the Javelin because I, and all bar one of my colleagues, had been posted by some brain-dead numpty to Kuching, having never been anywhere near the flying flat iron. We were given various tasks on second-line servicing which wasn't exactly useful for fron-line duty at the sharp end. Work aside, we had a reasonable social life including the Mally (Malcolm Club) on camp, and the inevitable 'sunrise over Bugis Street' - the taxi race back to Tengah from downtown Singers was always won by 60, with us being the only entrants!
Other times, a stop for a refreshing pint of curry juice at JC's stall outside the main gate was often the precursor to a gruff 'morning after' voice, not to mention the unavoidable selection of 'reheat' when seated on the ceramic throne.