Many moons ago, in the middle of the night I was fast asleep in my room at RAF Laarbruch when I was suddenly awakened by someone switching on my room light. My room was slightly partitioned by a supporting wall, so I couldn’t see my door from my bed. I quickly got up to find someone standing up and p*ssing on my sofa! What in the **** are you doing says I to the man standing there, who seemed oblivious to what he was doing (it was no-one I recognised either). He suddenly woke up, stopped the stream and bolted out of my door. Next morning, much embarrassment and laughter at breakfast in the mess – it transpired that he was a visitor on a course and suffered from sleep walking (& p*ssing by all accounts) and at the time of the ‘offence’ thought he was in his bathroom at home!!
The fine was a case of Becks or Wobbly which in hindsight probably wasn’t a good thing, given I’m sure I shared a can or two with him the following night!