My mother said "cheats never prosper!". Some do, some don't.
One loser was an observer at Idris or El Adem or another along the N African coast. He decided the weather was set fair so headed for the fleshpots leaving 24 hours' worth of hourly obs in the hands of his mate the telegraphist. It was a nice logical sequence of all the variables ...... a day in the life of.
His mate sent the lot all together and himself headed to the fleshpots.
The above story was fresh at RAF Nicosia in 1961.
Then there was the forecaster who sh@t on the rest of us at Nicosia. RAF transport flights to Aden and the Gulf were allowed to take and return a forecaster as a Fam flight: familiarisation of a route for which we provided Met. The idea was to buy watches, cameras and the like, with little or no Cypriot Customs interest. On one such return flight the captain was tipped off that Customs would be heavy handed. The pax were thus advised to declare everything, knowing that the import duties were not harsh anyway. My dear colleague Mr G reckoned the whole thing was a bluff. Declared nothing. He had a Bolex cine camera, a genuine Rolex, a camera, perfume, the lot. All confiscated. Customs then applied maximum duties on all the crew goodies.
Group Captain Mickey Martin went apesh1t and forbade Fam. flights thereafter. LB was next in line for the trip. The subsequent horizontal career trajectory of Mr G confirmed that he was an idiot.