It was about 55 years ago and I was young and daft. A Saturday night Squadron Do was on the horizon and I invited a nurse that I had recently met to be my partner in joy. Then I discovered that two other young ladies that I had an interest in were also going to attend. I could see that my life would shortly not be worth living. After some considerable thought, I went to see our Adjutant who was a wise old Master Siggie. "Mister Evans" said I "I am in some difficulty and the only solution that I can see is for me to become Orderly Officer on Saturday night". A couple of hours later he sent for me and told me that the matter had been arranged so I was off the hook. What is the punch line? The miserable sod who was rostered to be Orderly Dog that night charged me £20 to do his duty (and £20 was a lot of money in those days)!