No one particular night really stands out. Just a load of flashback snapshot images of being on the lash with aircrew mates over the years.
Remember being half cut at Fairford with 'me nav and colleague' (having spent a perfectly acceptable 3 hours in some corporate hostility tent surrounded by admiring clacker), and flagging down a big black motor to try and get 'airside'.
Jump in the back to be confronted by Pete Squires and his driver. It's not easy trying to engage a senior officer in polite small talk when you're half-cut and trying to eat your name badge to protect the guilty. Plus the bloody nav was pulling all sorts of stupid faces behind the big fella's back to make me laugh.
After that, we got delusions of grandeur and crashed the VIP bit of the party tent. Bigged it up large until some female Wg Cdr in civvies demanded a game of 1250s with us. To her eternal credit, she was magnanimous in victory and let us finish our drinks before we had to leave. Still a result for us as we managed to get in a "Cooee!" to astonished det mates in the poor peoples'
section before being turfed out.
Faringdon, anyone?