RAF Finningley Nav. School c. 1974, mid morning coffee break, where students and instructors mingled.
One instructor, a 'determined-to-remain just a Flying Officer', was heard to remark that the RAF was accepting outed homosexuals and had decided they would all best be in one unit.
"Where would that be?" asked an innocent.
"Here darling/ ducky/ dear, right here at Finningley" and stroked the stude's upper thigh.
Small hole in ceiling as stude disappeared upwards.
Sorry if I have told it before, and before, and before.