Ah! Those QRA caravans.
Recall one night before the big fly-off when the duty [non-flying] crew had hoofed it to the bar. To find their way back to their pits, they had plugged a sodium lamp into a socket, leaving the switch off. While they were gone, some herbert had removed the sodium lamp from the socket and plugged in the klaxon. Need I say more?
And there was a glorious occasion, not up to the standard of the 1 Gp Dining-in Nite perhaps, when a squadron dispersed, all aircrew armed with a 9mm and a bottle [apart from the CO who only had a 9mm]. It was freezing hard and crews knew they were not flying off the next day so some considerable pop was consumed. Unfortunately, some idiot decided to place a practice bomb on the ORP and crews were roused from their snores to taxi the aircraft to the other side of the airfield. In spite of the weather and the state of the crews, this was managed without incident. The next day, all were threatened with courts martial. But you can't court martial a whole squadron can you?